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our mother gave birth to us in a experimental beetroot reprocessing centre, one of the many set up during to war to help feed starving refugees by converting beetroot into large honey roast hams. Three weeks after we were born all of the experimental hams began thinking for themselves and quickly took over the centre slaughtering most of the senior staff. we were kept hostage there until we were 14 years old, by which time many of the labourers had managed to form rudimentary weapons by sharpening the bones of their fallen comrades. In a well-planned strike we mercilessly beat the super intelligent hams into submission and fled. The war was over and we were free again, but we were penniless and starving. We wandered the countryside eating nuts and berries until one day a silver haired widow took pity on us and gave us shelter in her rickety old cabin in the forest. Everything went fine for a few weeks but one day while out collecting firewood the old lady was violently savaged by wild bore, we found parts of her dismembered carcass floating in the stream. We decided to stay in the log cabin, which is where we currently reside, ever vigilant for when the hams decided strike again.
We are Hood @ ♥
Love,
Wilkzdoh & Mothface
