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THE HUNTER BECOMES THE HUNTED - GCC's Dom Durango™ - 09-02-2026 A sprawling jungle wonderland! Palm trees with leaves so thick they obfuscate the sun! Chopping a path through the brush with a machete… Dom Durango in his black apron. His body chiseled like prime rib… He leads the way for… A very Australian Hunter. They reach a clearing… a magnificent waterfall. The sunlight dances off the falls in tune with the rushing currents… ”Behold! My Safari Zone. An Eden that exceeds any beauty GOD could create.” ”…Durango, call me bogan, but…” The Aussie yawns. ”I ain’t give a shid.” The Aussie cocks his hunting rifle with a toothy smile. ”I’m here because you said you had… rare game.” …Dom snorts… before he swats at the nearby bush! CoooooooooooooOoooOOooooOOo! Suddenly, a flock of dodo birds stumble clumsily, like drunken kindergartners, out into the open! The Aussie lets out a disbelieving laugh. ”Bonzer!” He brings the rifle’s scope to his eye. His rifle lazily trails one helpless bird, smacking its beak ineffectually against a tree. ”Always hoped I’d hunt a dodo!” ”Hope?” …Dom stares coldly, squeezing his machete’s grip. ”I spent billions in research… Gene splicing, cloning…  somatic cell nuclear transfer across eggs of a thousand avian species… All to revive the dodo.” ”...The hell you spend all that money for?” ”Wanted to see how they taste.” ”...And?” ”Exactly like chicken.” ”Ha, damn Drongo…” The Aussie lines his shot. ”Tol’ me dad I’d put a bullet between a dodo’s eyes one day!” The Aussie’s irritated by the memory… as his finger locates the trigger. ”He called me a galah, tol’ me they were extinct… Got so mad, I waited til he slept and… put a bullet ‘tween ol’ Bruce’s brows.” KERACK! A pile of feathers and blood sit where a fuzzy little bird once chirped. ”Haaaaaa! Piece ‘a piss!” ”...Your technique rendered that creature… inedible.” The Aussie cackles as he squats over the barely-a-corpse, more-of-a-smear… ”Bloody oath. Fun ain’t in the eatin’, Durango. It’s in the killin’.” ”It was helpless.” ”How I like me game.” The Aussie dusts his hands. ”What else ya got out here, Dommer? Passenger pigeon? Ground sloth?” The Aussie giggles sadistically as he reloads his rifle. ”Lotta things died before I got a chance to kill ‘im!” ”You call yourself a hunter?” ”Greatest hunter the world ovah, mate.” ”Greatest.” Dom repeats the word like he’s sampling its flavor. ”If you’re truly the greatest…” Dom raises his machete… ”Would you care to see who’s the better hunter between us?” He tosses the blade away… The Aussie groans… before a twisted smile flashes upon his lips. ”Fine. A hunt-off? On three. One….” Suddenly, the Aussie frees his rifle, pointing it at Dom! ”Heheh, I win, cunt. If ya ain’t gathered, I ain’t sporting.” …Dom doesn’t move… doesn’t blink… at the psychopath holding him at riflepoint. ”I’m waiting.” ”...” Sweat trickles down the Aussie’s forehead. ”Fuck off, mate. We’re just bluffin’ out heah.” ”You’re no ‘mate’ of mine, you insignificant worm. You’re no hunter. You’re a petulant  child, killing defenseless, unintelligent animals in a HOPELESS effort to prove something no one will ever believe…” ”Which is, cunt?” ”That you’re a capable, virile man.” …The Aussie’s eyes go cold… ”Welp, Chef Dom...” The Aussie’s finger’s poised to squeeze. ”Hope you enjoyed your last meal…” ”I intend to.” Dom’s hands creep toward his apron’s pocket. KERACK! Dom dips to one knee! The shot whizzes over his ear! He tosses… something! The Aussie panics, his arms move to block… …A sack of seasoning… It rebounds off the Aussie’s chest. … ”...Crikey.” The Aussie nudges the sack with his boot. ”Buckleys chance I’d get done in by…” The Aussie takes a whiff. ”...Oregano?” ”Italian Seasoning.” The Aussie sneers as he re-raises his rifle. ”Just like Mama used to make… Guess we got parricide in common, eh?” ”I watched the life leave my mother’s eyes. You didn’t have the balls to kill your father when he was awake.” ”...And guess which of us is meeting their parents in Hell first?” CoooooooooooooOoooOOooooOOo! A dodo emerges between Dom and the Aussie… its beak twists upward… ”Lookie there, Dommer! Little frankenbird’s gonna witness HIS daddy d-” KRAAAAAAAAAAAAAWK Suddenly, the dodo swoops, pecking at the Aussie’s chest! ”OI!” More dodos pour from the bush, pecking wildly! ”Gah damn!” The Aussie wildly kicks one away as three more dive for his chest! ”My scientists added a few… improvements.. to the dodo’s genetic structure…” The Aussie bats off the seasoning Dom struck him with, but the Dodos keep biting… He removes his jacket… But it’s all over his chest, coating his skin… ”... D-D-daddy!” The dodos surround him… They swarm upon him en masse. ”Stu.” “You treat being in your so-called…” “Nincompoops division…” “Like it’s a permanent stain on the soul.” “A nincompoop I was once…” “But I’ve forged myself in the oven of rage.” “Reborn.” Dom gestures toward his genetically-perfect hunting dodos. ”And suddenly… The nincompoop is the APEX PREDATOR.” “You bested me once in a battle royal amidst an ocean of distractions.” “Now, it’s just us.” “You and I.” “Prey and Hunter.” “Like a shark that smells blood in the water.” “I have your scent.” “I see you clearly.” “You’re no predator, Stu.” “You’re a coward.” “Calling yourself a big-game hunter while you fire pop guns at sick animals.” “A sadistic freak that I’ll stomp the life out of.” “Your hands, I’ll break into shards of bone.” “Your knees, I’ll bend backwards until you’re too broken to run…” “All that will remain is your mind.” “Wholly conscious.” “Screaming, terrified...” “Like every helpless creature you hunted just before you took its life.” The dodos wildly peck, desperately eating their fill… A cascade of blood trickles down the clearing… Down the waterfall… ”I will smell your fear.” “Savor it like a fine wine.” “And I will EAT YOUR FUCKING SOUL.” The feral, bloodthirsty dodos tear off bits… One bobs a bit of ear into the air, before drawing it down its gullet. ”Mmmm.” Dom grins. ”Bet it tastes like chicken.”