Grymm Rambling
Huh. Well how about that. Napoleon the Floating Pygmy Cow is still hanging around back at the Walrus apartment.
Yeah, we've haven't really done anything with him in almost a year. He's still there. He's still mysteriously floating. He still speaks an incomprehensible French-esque language. But hey, look at that adorable badger dressed up like a scientist! Isn't he adorable!
Its entirely possible that Doc and Kaboodles have some kind of long standing SCIENCEFEUD. Its also possible that she keeps losing despite the fact that Kaboodles doesn't even have thumbs.
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Muleface
The only part of what Napoleon said that I understood was something about eating faces covered in hot sauce so I was a little apprehensive about getting one of my mates to translate the rest in case their brain exploded in confusion.
Also, I never thought it possible for me to be envious of a badger, with the exception of their rather stylish hair colourings. Now I have to add a sizeable laser, goggles and a lab coat to the list of exceptions.
Marchosias
Cripes.
Your sidekicks are bad-ass. Mine suck.
What do I have? Fish-people. Smelly-ass can’t grill a cheese sandwich to save their scales, fish-people. Now they just lurch around, talking about Father Dagon and unionization. Goddammit. You have a scientist badger with a high energy weapon. I burn with envy.
Kaboodles with his laser should be a poster.
Khavren
Badgers also go into a berzeker rage if provoked
Marchosias
For the non-french speaking.
Roughly, very roughly:
“No, I have not seek them in weeks, but I always wanted to eat his face with hot sauce.”
As I sit back in my throne of mullets, each liberated by hand from an unfortunate fool – I think you were right Muleface, it is better not to have known. Like the Necronomicon, or what your favorite actress looks like without makeup, it is better to be ignorant, and the memory wild never fade. How we pay for our curiosity.
CreepKnight
Poke.
There, I admit to it. And there’s nothing you or your grandmother can do to stop me! I am an invincible turnip, rooted firmly in the ground to the very core of the world. And I will consume all that is tasty and good!
With hot sauce!
I likes hot sauce.
But my fake french isn’t what it used to be. Damn you Babelfish! Damn you and your cute little suckers! Why must thou always defy me! WHYEEEEEE!!!
*sugar rush*
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