"I Need A Fart Cushion For My Chair!"

As Texas lay on the ground, gagging and retching in horror and disgust, the huge roo turned around and shook her giant butt at her tauntingly, the massive, smelly, unwashed expanse swaying above the downed weasel.

"Yeah... I've been meanin' to turn you into my personal fart cushion for a looooooooong time, Tex. I wonder how long it'll take before your mind breaks down an' you start sniffin' like a good little broken bitch." She says, grabbing Texas's tail and starting to walk to the lounge room of her old hideout. "Doesn't really matter anyway. I'm gonna flatten you so bad it'd take a team of experts a week to dislodge you."

As the roo continued to laugh and drag her along, a fire suddenly ignited inside Texas, anger and a sense of injustice suddenly flaring up. She would not go down this way! The weasel summoned her strength and digs her claws deep into the wooden floor, stopping Roxxie in her tracks, and when the roo turned around to see what had happened, she was met with the sight of Texas's feet slamming into her face, knocking her backwards. The weasel winced and pushed herself unsteadily to her feet, then glared at Roxxie with a deep hatred.

"Ah ain't goin' down t' the likes o' you, scum." She snarled, spitting on the ground, then raising her fists and getting ready to fight. Across from her, Roxxie just grinned, turning around and pointing to her ass.

"I'm gonna enjoy this, Tex. I'm gonna pound you to a pulp, and then my ass becomes your new home." She said with a smirk, then charged forwards at the weasel, ready to obliterate her.