...his car ran out of gas in the middle of the woods where he ran into a pack of deadly badgers. The badgers asked if there was a place to eat around here. Dave said there was a diner about 30 miles up the highway. The badgers said you better let me eat here or there will be trouble! Dave said, meh what can you do, lol. The badgers said, we are trained killers. Dave said, yeah right, badger stew coming right up! The badgers said you don't seem to want to accept the fact you're dealing with experts in guerrilla warfare, with badgers who are the best, with guns, with knives, with our bare hands. Badgers who have been trained to ignore pain, ignore weather, to live off the land, to eat things that would make a billy goat puke. In the woods, our job was to dispose of enemy personnel. To kill! Period! Win by attrition. Well, we are the best!
Then Dave busted out of there and ran off. He hid in a nearby cave...
