00:00Along the quiet shores of Churchhaven, South Africa, a golden cape cobra, bright orange, looking elegant as fuck, dangling from
00:06its beck, is the infamous puff adder, fat and lazy.
00:10It was not emotionally prepared for cardio. The cobra, on the other hand, moves with the confidence of an apex
00:15predator that has not fully thought this through.
00:17Inch by inch, the cobra drags the handbag across the sand. Progress is slow, painfully slow.
00:23The puff adder resists by doing absolutely nothing, increasing friction simply by existing. No effort, no resistance, just vibes.
00:31The cobra readjusts its grip, pulls, chills, pulls again. This is less a hunt and more two homies getting to
00:38know one another.
00:39Eventually, they reach a granite rock, which is immediately hostile to the entire operation.
00:44Here, things unravel. Gravity enters the chat. The cobra is working overtime, sweating.
00:49The puff adder, meanwhile, is kind of just lumming. Slay. And then, in one glorious moment, the puff adder slips
00:56free.
00:57Probably relieved, to say the least, as it flops down the rock into safety.
01:00Choosing dignity over dinner, the cobra turns and retreats back toward the bushes, pretending this never happened.
01:07No eye contact. The plan is dead. The vibes are off. Hunger, regret. Period.
01:13The beach falls silent once more, and somewhere under a rock, a puff adder is absolutely insufferable about this for
01:20the rest of its life.
01:21This goes off.
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