The pieces became clones!
World domination seems feasible
, but we need capital.
We formed a mafia!
"Listen kids! Our target...
are the popsicles in
the popsicle bank. We..
gotta get the goods~!"
Then we'll inject some
sweet delicious garlic butter
Gluten free of course
into the witnesses' eyes.
We begin the robbery.
At first, it's great…
but then everything goes
That bear chewed off
both of my legs
and killed me... again.
The clones got angry.
The bear is angrier.
