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Survivor

Moleworm

Wilson P. Higgsbury

I'd sure like to whack that mole... thing.

Wilson P. Higgsbury

Nowhere left to dig, my friend.

Wilson P. Higgsbury

Something's under there, searching for minerals.

An entirely unusual creature formed from entirely usual ones.

I suspect it has a very complex sense of smell.

A burrower and a borrower.

Welcome to the surface!

Are you comfy in there, buddy?

Who's down there?

You little rascal...

Huzzah! I've caught it.

I believe a beast is hiding under there.

Are you spying on me?

Do you "dig" your new surroundings?

Something dwells beneath.

He burrows with reckless abandon.

A friend for my pocket.

Who's under there?

I'll take that as a "yes".

End of the line.

Are you picking up what I'm putting down? Do you dig it?

Hello little guy!

Are you comfy?

Come out and play!

You should go back to where it's dark.

How do you like being torn away from your family?

Stay down there, away from this horrible place.

Hoo hoo! I'll get you yet!

So you're the one eating all my ammo!

Get outta there!

Ms. Wickerbottom

Ah, it's a Talpidae!

Ms. Wickerbottom

I don't think my pocket is its natural habitat.

Ms. Wickerbottom

Something is tunneling down there.

WILBA THWACK IT!

WILBA THINKETH IT LIKE A WEASEL

MOVES LIKETH WORM WOULD

Coming up for a peek!

Out of the ground, into the fire.

Hiding from the light, huh?

Now you will know Wolfgang's strength!

Wolfgang have mercy for soft tiny animal.

Stay underground where you are safe from Wolfgang.

It feels aboot rocks the way I feel aboot trees.

Want some rocks?

Dig, dig, dig.

Whut's'e sniffin'?

Quiet me pet.

'Tis swimmin' under th'dirt!

Smelly Digger!

It's wiggling