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I can't do that right now.

A bit damp, eh?

What was that?

That feels better.

It's almost my bedtime.

Tasty!

I don't think my teeth could cut through that.

That was past the expiry date.

That was a wee bit manky.

I got to that one just in time.

I'd rather chew on blubber balls.

Who turned out the lights?

Brilliance!

I guess I'll just have to suffer now.

I got out!

Cough! Cough! Ahem.

You have allergies like me, Lucy?

Ah! Clean air again.

Informative.

It's so hot out here!

There's something out there.

Oops. Need a permit first.

I'm getting peckish.

The beastie is nearby.

I'm more of a woodsman than a hunter anyway.

The beastie's tracks washed away.

Need more poop, eh?

I can't carry any more kit.

Ow. What was that?

That tickled a bit, eh?

That was barely even worth it, eh?

That won't work here, eh.

Into waters unknown!

That was unwise!

I'm leaving charted waters...

The sea has washed away the message.

Message in a Bottle

There's more gold to be had!

Skeeters!

There's a door, eh.

Nope. Nothing.

Found something, Lucy.

Nothing here, eh.

Can't siesta, something's chasing me.

It's too scary out to sleep.

Only a hoser sleeps during the day.

I'm not feelin' too restful right now.

My belly is rumbling. I'd never be able to relax.

My belly is too empty to fall asleep.

I prefer to siesta between chopping sessions, not at night.

I prefer to siesta between chopping sessions, not at night.