Poison gas, tainted food, cinch traps. I've tried them all. Still, the little brown nemesis keeps on a-diggin'. What the hell is going on with ammo supplies? Been a while since I bought lead; I had no idea that .22 shells were as rare as gold. Found a tactical shop with a stash, and bought a brick. Gophercide is soon upon us. Seems as thought he prefers morning digging. No body count tonight. Soon...soon. Brought to you by MacNaughton blended whiskey.
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