Bill squatted aiming the nozzel at the looming dark figure, moving amongst the forest of bermuda grass. Bill started to hear a voice complaining that it couldn't see where it was going. It didn't sound like the bug so he settled but didn't calm down all together and still had the gun ready to shoot.
A face emerged from the curtain of green. It was the next door neighbour, an old lady who was very annoying and complained about Bill even if he didn't do nothing.
"What the hell do you think you're doing letting your lawn grow this gigantic?" She started to nag and approached you at the front door of what was supposidly your house in the middle of a lawn, "What are you doing pointing that gun at me? Put it down before I pull you all the way to the local police by your ear!"
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