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Salma and Edwinia strode purposefully toward their Advanced Tactics class, their minds focused on the challenges ahead. Suddenly, their path was obstructed by the imposing figure of Debra Kingland, who forcefully separated them with a shove.
"Out of the way, freaks," she sneered. "Oh, Short Fang, I witnessed Moss Mess hunting a ratcoon on your dorm's rooftop. I understand you have special needs, but must you flaunt them in broad daylight?"
Edwinia's fists clenched with rage, but Salma intervened, restraining her friend with a calming touch. "She's not worth it, Edwinia," Salma said coolly. "She's just a mediocre hunter at best."
Debra chuckled arrogantly. "Perhaps I lack the finesse of the Chairman's daughter, but as a human, my skills are unparalleled to most. What she sees in you hybrids is beyond me. You taint Donna's mind and the human gene pool. You're nothing but a disgrace to both species. And if you dare to threaten me again, Dog Patch, I won't hesitate to use a silver bullet."
With that, Debra and her cronies sauntered away, their laughter echoing down the corridor, leaving Edwinia trembling with tears. "They used to call Horror Hybrids monsters," she whispered, her voice heavy with sorrow, "but the true monsters are human trash like Debra Osfill."
Salma embraced her friend, offering solace in the face of cruelty. "I share your outrage, Edwinia, but remember, we are hybrids. My father and your mother were human, just like Debra. The silver lining is that our so-called 'pure' human friend is actually a blend of all Horrors, ironically Donna is still more human than Debbie Does Dunwich. And besides, she mistook the Nottsmear for a ratcoon," Salma added with a wry smile, trying to lighten the mood.

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Salma and Edwinia strode purposefully toward their Advanced Tactics class, their minds focused on the challenges ahead. Suddenly, their path was obstructed by the imposing figure of Debra Kingland, who forcefully separated them with a shove.
"Out of the way, freaks," she sneered. "Oh, Short Fang, I witnessed Moss Mess hunting a ratcoon on your dorm's rooftop. I understand you have special needs, but must you flaunt them in broad daylight?"
Edwinia's fists clenched with rage, but Salma intervened, restraining her friend with a calming touch. "She's not worth it, Edwinia," Salma said coolly. "She's just a mediocre hunter at best."
Debra chuckled arrogantly. "Perhaps I lack the finesse of the Chairman's daughter, but as a human, my skills are unparalleled to most. What she sees in you hybrids is beyond me. You taint Donna's mind and the human gene pool. You're nothing but a disgrace to both species. And if you dare to threaten me again, Dog Patch, I won't hesitate to use a silver bullet."
With that, Debra and her cronies sauntered away, their laughter echoing down the corridor, leaving Edwinia trembling with tears. "They used to call Horror Hybrids monsters," she whispered, her voice heavy with sorrow, "but the true monsters are human trash like Debra Osfill."
Salma embraced her friend, offering solace in the face of cruelty. "I share your outrage, Edwinia, but remember, we are hybrids. My father and your mother were human, just like Debra. The silver lining is that our so-called 'pure' human friend is actually a blend of all Horrors, ironically Donna is still more human than Debbie Does Dunwich. And besides, she mistook the Nottsmear for a ratcoon," Salma added with a wry smile, trying to lighten the mood.