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Kind

Survivor

Made you look!

It's looking out for me.

Houndius Shootius

It's got my back.

Houndius Shootius

Where did my sticks go? I've been bamboozled!

It's toast!

Looks like manual labor to me.

I hope it's organic.

That shrub could use some grub.

An artificial ocean breeze.

I'm at one with my feathered friends.

Lightweight. I like it.

For smooth and swift sailing!

Feather Lite Sail

A real softy.

I'm tickled by the color of this.

Crimson Feather

I would love a necklace made of these.

Pretty feather.

Thunder Feather

Mmm... you can still taste the dirt.

Bummer.

You can't fence me in, dude.

The way in and the way out.

I may need a nap after building this.

You mean I gotta build it myself?

Ground food.

Oh, I remember these!

My kind of insects.

My glowy little pocket pals.

This one seems angrier somehow.

This fire is tired.

Oh, sweet enemy of darkness.

Heh, woah! Hot stuff!

It's barely doing its job.

Could be better... could be worse.

It's taking a break.

It's a hot commodity.

It needs some juice.

Ice Flingomatic

It's out cold.

Ice Flingomatic

Fling it on!

Ice Flingomatic

Blub blub, little chum.

His doofiness is kinda endearing.

Sorry, man. It was you or me.

Cooked Purple Grouper

I can't kill that! Look how cute it is!

Delicious, delicious guilt.

Cooked Pierrot Fish

What a cute lil dude!

Sorry. I still gotta eat.

Cooked Neon Quattro

Have rod, will travel.

Looks like a good place to get lunch.

Looks like these fish are gonna be stickin' around.

All times are taco times.

From my own personal recipe.

Do I really have to eat them?