I rather liked the moon…
Hey, Koma. The fight hasn’t started yet. I’m still looking for that cage, so just hold your horses, ok? That was a metaphor. Please don’t go eating any horses.
That goat, I bet he wishes he lived on a different plane. Or he would if he could. But he can’t. He’s dead.
Is this a joke? Cause this doesn’t look like an exhibition of the latest in merfolk fashion. It looks to me like that giant mollusk is trying to eat that merperson. They aren’t wearing a new necklace, and the mollusk doesn’t merely want a hug.
It’s because they’re letting the pigs eat the corpses of the dead soldiers. Did you really need to ask, Toothlicker Harj? You are an orc. I’d expect you’d know these things. Oh. It was a rhetorical question, wasn’t it? Silly me.
You saw what happened with the Feaster of Fools. I just want to make sure you understand what you’re getting into here. When this ends poorly, don’t come crying to me.
Ostriches and tarsiers have eyes bigger than their brains; pretty sure neither of those would try to eat me though.
And I like mine right where they are. Thanks. Stay away from me.
And…here’s another bug god. That last one went…well, not good, if we’re being honest. And who doesn’t like locusts? They come in swarms. They eat everything in sight. What could go wrong? Locusts. There could be a whole swarm of locusts.
But I’m skeptical. Unless you’re hiding some unnaturally small people with unnaturally big hands inside that cloak, that’s a lot of hands there for just one person. Even if you had the right number of hands though, I still wouldn’t take that apple.