OOC: Wow, I've missed a lot. Talk about being careful what you wish for...
IC: Crunchy experimentally waggled his jaws as the Mud released him from her powerful grip. He stared around at this peculiar meeting. Armed Mudokons, understanding Sligs, Paramites talking in tongues... He didn't know what was going on, but he didn't like it. He shrank away behind his friend (Hembar).
OOC: Crunchy doesn't know much Mudokonian, but when you spent half your life tumbling into Paramite nests, you tend to learn the noises they make when they are angry or hungry.
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