Fudd from DEMO by Tex Avery

Stalking through the forest, dark thoughts fill my mind: elapsed daydreams of bathing in ducks' blood and wearing nothing but rabbit skin.
I hold my rifle close to my chest. It is an idol of my religion. I worship this cold steel and the power it gives me. I feel aroused by it. The ability to remove another's life, to strike them from the list of the living. I cum in my pants at the opportunity to kill. That is why I hunt. To watch another creature die fills me with such erotic feelings that are unholy but I don’t worship the trinity anymore. This gun is my god; glory to it! Bullets are my angles, .44 Calliber Seriphim.

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