I come along, new cybernetic balls (god dammit gpuzzle) minding my own business, when I see these two hooligans going down on this door. What's a cybernetic wolf to do? I went over and politely asked them to stop going down on the door. The pair of hooligans respectfully decline and continue their ruckus. Since I already asked quite politely, and given the fact that the two ruffians were defacing private property, I decided to give the pair a whack of the tail. The two fall to the ground without a peep. Then the rascal who annihilated my testes opened the door to see what the horrendous noises were coming from. Then the rapscallion went back inside a produced a beautiful antique musket, beautifully preserved from years of misuse. He proceeds to make an attempt at my life with the ancient beauty, so I had no choice but to whack the fellow as well. Unfortunately, the pair of guests in the man's humble abode were cowering in a corner not far from the door. During the scuffle, one of them was hit by a ricochet from a bullet striking my cybernetic testicles. When the beauty of a rifle fell from my attacker's hand, a round went off hitting the other square in the kneecap. The pair faint from the shock and the pain. Feeling a slight tinge of guilt from the massacre, I teletranspose the 5 gentlemen to the Hospital at the End of the Universe, but not before taking what is rightfully mine, the testicles of the man that destroyed mine. They assimilate to my DNA structure once installed, and become my own. I give him the cybernetic version.
The hill is now the sole property of goreae.