With a deft motion, you flick the male to the ground. He skids along it, but before he comes to a stop of his own accord, you catch him under your massive foot, He's left panting, dirt mixing with spit to create mud that coats his face and chest.
You lean down and rest and elbow on your knee, slowly rocking more of your enormous weight onto him.
"Now," you say, your voice full of mock patience. "Tell me what it was you said."
When he still doesn't answer, you start to slowly push down.
Panicking, the male finally starts to talk, hos words coming out in choked gasps.
"I... I called you.. I said you... looked... like..." At this point, you applied still more pressure in order to speed him up. "Like you had eaten a country..."
He closed his eyes, prepared for you to drop your full weight and squash him flat. But you weren't going to let him off quite so easily.
"Mm. That wasn't very nice, was it?"
He opened his eyes, lifting his head enough to see the bottom of your foot.
"N... no... it wasn't."
"But you know better now, right? You won't do it again?"
"Right... know... better.:
"Good. Now say you're sorry."
"I'm... sorry..."
Deciding he's had enough, you lift your foot off of him, and stand up straight again. The smaller kangaroo gasps, but stays laying where he is. His fur is messy and coated in dirt. He's not likely to insult you again any time soon, but perhaps some additional repayment is in order.
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