all set for my fpishing trip when my six pound bucket of dung larvae tipped over in the back seat! that was my bait for the whole day, now i got the little bastard Nimlins wrigglin' all over the place
I swear to Nyst, Farthchibald, if there’s a drawwp of sulfur in my taint fumes I’ll throw you in the Hülenwoinst pen and let their dung vapor finish the jawwwb