...And I shall stow your tightly bound and mummifying remains in my moon's freezer core - forever! For who would soil their cranial contents by being in the presence of such a vile and stink-dripping creature?
Elect me, Queen Priestess of the Feral Feonixes, and I will work to reduce non-holiday planet consumption to zero by end of the third interstellar triad. If Nunutir were in charge, his careless rate of consumption would mean that there will be no planets for our offsprings' offspring to devour - even on Hallowed Harking's Day!!
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Not on Hallowed Harkings Day! I was planning on making Pickled Seal Snout in the shape of a Krevlark. He'll RUIN EVERYTHING!!!1!!!!
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