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Survivor

Spoiled Fish

Wilson P. Higgsbury

I'm not terribly curious about the smell.

Not an experiment I'm willing to undergo.

Gag material!

Rather putrid.

Such a shame...

You smell of your failure.

I believe I should dispose of this.

It's no good to anyone now.

Farewell, chum.

Mmm... smells like my home cooking.

Ms. Wickerbottom

That fish matter is becoming a biohazard.

MMM... SOMETHING ROTTEN FOR WILBA'S BELLY

Gross.

Is good no more.

I think it's time to throw this out.

Smells like th'devil hisself made wind.

Smells good. Mmmmm...

ALL LIFE DIES AND THEN SMELLS