Just then, Betty heard grumblings from nearby... very familiar grumblings. Flying up to a nearby tree (and then hanging upside-down from an outstretched branch), she saw who the complainer was- it was Maximus I.Q!
"All this cursed nature- so uncivilized!" he muttered, grinding a plant underfoot as he said so. "This whole place should be clear-cut!" Sighing, he added (with a hint of happiness) "At least that bothersome Atomic Betty isn't here..."
"Oh, how very wrong you are" thought Betty. Every part of her would've loved to arrest him then and there... but deep in her gut, there was a new desire... A desire to feast on blood! Weighing the options, Betty opted to...
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