Rory was alligator hunting.
When he shot a big alligator in the head with his pistol.
He pulled the alligator into his boat.
The big sucker was going to make a great meal tonight.
But the alligator came back to life.
And turned the tables on Rory.
He pulled Rory into the water.
And began the death roll.
Rory became his dinner snack.
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