This was the beginning of the wombat courting ritual. It began subtly:

"FUFCK FFUUK FFUFCCK!!!!" screamed the larger, dominant wombat, overcome with passion. This was the normal course of gay sex. If you are gay and bigger than anybody else around you then were allowed to rape them. Too bad if you are heterosexual or something. Doesn't matter. You will get raped and then you will be gay. It is a pity, but that is just the way gay people were. Didn't you know that?

The dominant wombat, called "Scruffy" by his friends or "aarrghh!" by smaller passers-by, roughhoused the smaller wombat whose name was yet to be determined.

"You are my gay bitch lol!" he said to the other wombat, swiping at his face with a claw. "Pwned XD"

Pinky, now the name for the smaller wombat, gave up his struggles. He knew that it was pointless. If he fought back now he knew that he would lose. Even if he did manage to fend off his butt crazy tormentor he would still have to win the war. The war against gay kind that would erupt if he violated the Gay Code. There was no defying the Code. Not unless you liked being reamed with a baseball bat. Unlike last Saturday Pinky was not in the mood for that.