Superstar, Megabat-beast Hunter

I was a superstar basketball player — sorta. I don't think it was professional, just among friends. But, no one else could swing from the trees in order to slam dunk like me. Wow, what kind of tree was that? end.

Then I was in a couple's house, in the evening. They were complete strangers to me. I think they had put they're child to bed, then proceeded to tell me just a little bit about the gargantuan mega-bat monster that I was there to rid them of (sort of like this, but less dragon-like, and without the three-headed thing going on). They turned the kitchen light on the draw the monster over to the house from across the field. I started to get a little scared when I realized it was as large as a skyscraper. It could have ripped the house apart, but didn't for some reason — just placing a six-foot long claw through the window. The couple went to bed, leaving me to solve this dilemma. I was on the floor, out of fright, and scooched my way down the hall to see the beast from a different angle. I reached a different room, which I noticed had porn movies strewn about. Gosh, I thought this was a prudish couple — I mean: she's a third-grade teacher! Hope they won't be embarrassed/upset that I was in this room. Oh no, now the monster is leaving, I feel bad, I haven't figured out how to get rid of it. What are bats' weaknesses? Think, Eric, think! end.