Will cause severe injury or death

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>>серии комиксов Anty and Solly 
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STOMP. STOMP.
Brass section grinds like a rusty engine.
STOMP. STOMP.
Get down.

Anty walks the dusty track,
Yellow helmet, sweaty back.
Sees a hole, a striped rear,
A camel spider digging here.
He thinks, "Hmm," a little bite,
Just to see if she's alright.
Dirty horns begin to groan,
Pffft—Bwaaaah!
He's in the danger zone!

Sniff the sweat, feel the heat,
Tiny mandibles, ready to eat!
Filthy brass, a rave alarm,
Chomp!
He bit the spider's arm!

P-O-W! The sand explodes!
Farting brass in heavy loads!
She grabs him tight, she crushes in,
A heavy stomp under her skin!
P-O-W! The rave is on!
Dirty horns from dusk till dawn!
She squeezes him against her chest,
A battered, happy, little pest!

Sunset bleeds in purple haze,
Solly walks with smug-ass gaze.
Hips are swaying to the beat,
Anty's buried in the heat.
Bwaaah-pffft-bwaaah!
The tuba spits a dusty sound,
She leaves him wrecked upon the ground.

Cracked shell.
Bent limbs.
Twitching leg.
Hearts float up.
He's a mess.
But look at that face...

Worth it.
STOMP.
Worth it.
STOMP.
Bwaaaaaah—pfffft.