Panama Jack ain't got shit on Charles and Darwin. Two friends, caught between a shotgun, a classic story.

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Charles: Ha ha ha, that's quite the story you have there Darwin, but I have one of my own to tell. So the other day I was going through the forest on my lion (the most luxurious of all animals) when I come upon this innocent-innocent looking black bear. I couldn't help but, take his life in hopes I could have a nice little face to put on my wall.

Darwin: Ah ah ah, but you know charles if it was up to me I would go for something a bit more studious like, a giraffe.

Charles: Ah yes. I understand that but mm beggars can't be choosers, hm hm. Let me just check my little book here on what game I'm going to be hunting today.

Darwin: Ah yes, you go ahead and do that. Is, is something wrong Charles?

Charles: Tis ah, we might have a little problem here it uh, it's a Darwin.

Darwin: Charles, are you meaning to tell me you have my name in your hunting logs? What sense could that possibly make to you? I mean, we've known each other for eight seven-seven years. I mean it's not like your actually going to go through with it.

Charles: Ah I suppose beggars can't be choosers.

Darwin: Charles no! *shotgun blast and gurgling noises from said shotgun blast" aheaha fuckin' ruadaah* wtf is your problem?
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