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Bolstering his light machine gun, the man toils around a cabin, thinking to use it as a resting place for the night.

Then a broom! On his hands, slapping the hefty weapon from him. And a scorned voice "Hey! The hell you're doing with that useless hunk of junk in MY cabin?!"

An ogre stand before the man, her horns towering well over his helmet and a sublime dress of a maid. An angry glare breathes through her yellow irises "Is that what you dumdass Orderites do these days?! Just yell and kick through strangers' doors?! My man is just getting so due sleep, I'll have you know!"

Shooting back a scorned look to the maiden Ogre, the man is attempted to pick up his weapon, only to see his hands slapped away from the idle firearm "I said none of that here! You made enough noise to give him a headache for the night! Get out!"

"Not without my wepaon you frea--" A broom swipes on his helmet, smashing it to pieces and revealing a browned-haired individual stunned at the sheer might of the broom.

"I said, OUT! OUT, you phallus-compensating worm! OUT!" With wanother swipe, the ogre  smashes the man straight through the frame, leaving his armor in ruins outside of the cabin where the door slams to furter the message.

Inside, the orge looks at the weapon, disgruntled at its mere presence. It finds itself hurled toward the expelled knight, broken beyond use.

Hands rest on her waist "What's wrong, dear?" The sleeper became worried over annoyed, looking to calm his ogress.

"Nothing, just some asshole stumbling here..."

"It's alright, I think we can both use a night's rest. Come, I know what will ease you". He pivot, leading her with him, her entire violent demeanor erased in an instant at the prospect of a...sleepless night spent to wring out this...'stress'.