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Survivor

Woodlegs ain't no honey farmer!

A den o'honey makers.

Step 'n get stung.

Step 'n get stung.

Maxwell's Mosquito Trap

Na as good as me own earwax!

Thar be dingin' 'n 'lingin'.

Me can't make heads 'er tails o'this.

Whar they lead is anybody's guess.

Electric Isosceles

Stains me blouse.

Could use a crust o'bread ta spread o'er.

Roasted Berries

It needs a spot o'poop.

Ripe fer th'pickin'.

Will thar be berries again?

Th'bush can't beat th'heat.

Woodlegs'seen bigger.

Watch oot ye big trottin' devil ye!

It's been run through.

A cannonball o' fur.

Arrgh. It's takin' tha caulk.

'Tis a part o' tha spiky beastie.

Platapine Quill

They light up me life.

Bioluminescence

Yer a mad nutter ain't ye?

Yer soul's gon ta th'depths.

No parrot o'mine could bear a cagin'.

Y'feelin' a wee bit peckish?

How ye like yer cell, matey?

Davey Bones.

Awww, look at thet. Th'peeper's sleepin'.

Woodlegs b'hungry too, y'know!

Once ye fly in, ye don't fly oot.

A cackler's egg.

If only I had me a crust o'bread.

Ye need a squirt o'oil mate, yer joints arrre squeakin'.

Clockwork Bishop

Back ye tin devil!

A delightful snack t'pour down m'gullet!

I be breathin' fire.

Flup you.

A swab's weapon.

A swab's weapon.

Whisper 'em ta sleep.

Woodlegs'd never be caught blubberin'.

Ye has gotta be kiddin' me.

Chilly.

It gleams true blue!

I ain't a learned man.

Me know enough not ta pop this'n me mouth wit'no questions asked.

Smells eat-able...

Cooked Blue Cap

I got room fer mush in me belly.

Ye only come oot at night?

Will th'shroom bloom again?