[ EU ] Christopher Robin returns to the Hundred Acre Wood to systematically eliminate his childhood friends .

Pooh rolled the cigar around his mouth while Rabbit bent near the skinless remains of Owl. Tigger gazed into the woods, the machine gun pointed into the dense undergrowth suffocating them like a wet blanket. 
 
 `` Whatever did this is not human,'' Rabbit growled. 
 
 Roo spat a thick wad of tobacco juice onto the smoldering remains of a tree. 
 
 `` What did you see?'' Pooh said to Eeyore who sat on the ground with his head in his hands. 
 
 `` Nothing. Nothing.'' Eeyore said drolly. 
 
 `` I smell him,'' Rabbit said. 
 
 `` We need to move,'' Pooh said, `` he's coming back. He coming back and he wo n't stop until we're all dead.'' 
 
 The bugs and birds that had gone silent after Eeyore had emptied his rifle into the dank jungle gradually returned as the squad gathered themselves and readied to move. Night was coming. Everyone stood for formation except Eeyore. 
 
 `` Do n't worry about me,'' Eeyore sighed, `` I'll stay here and be miserable.'' 
 
 `` He's coming back man,'' Tigger said as he bounced on his tail. `` He's coming back man and were all going to die. Some are destined to succeed he's determined. We're all dead.'' 
 
 `` Can it,'' Pooh said as he checked his rifle and flexed his broad chest, his muscles taught and vascular. Sweat soakedhis chest and backed and dripped from his head. 
 
 `` This is impossible,'' Rabbit said. 
 
 `` They say nothing impossible,'' Pooh said. `` But I do nothing all day.''
