“Herp, herp!” barked Bob excitedly as they trod through the forested hills.
Chance looked up, surprised. “Derp?”
“Say, I seem to be having some difficulty getting down. Could you, uh?”
A parachutist dangled high above, tangled in the piny boughs.
“Derp!” they assured and scrambled up to help. Suddenly, a gaping hollow of splintered teeth shot out and swallowed Chance and Bob alive.