Whyte refrained from laughing. It's just a sure as hell funny sight to see little Woozer tip over like a dead tree. ".....Bad Kelpy.....Bad Paramite...." Kelpy scuddled towards the tipped over sleg. She sniffed at him again. Her empty belly rumbled like a Sea Rex biting its own tail. The fine smell of eggs was caught within the scents of Woozer. Kelpy then licked Woozer on his forehead while he was still down, perhaps out of friendship, perhaps out of taste. Who knows in the mind of Kelpy. She trotted over to her master and begged for a meal.
"Aaah. Kelpy. I fed ya last night. That should hold up in yer belly til' afternoon." Whyte said in a gruff growl. "Since Rupture Farms was destroyed by those terrorists, I just plan on hunting fer food now." Whyte explained. "Well then. Shall we go to the Bittersweet Opple? give the new guy a friendly welcomin'?"
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