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Batilisk Wing

Wilson P. Higgsbury

I hate those things, even when they're dead.

Where did the rest of the bat go?

That'll teach those bats.

Hmmm, maybe a soup stock of batwings?

Like the wings of my helm, only meatier.

I'm not eating that.

This thing drives me batty.

If only I could fly away.

Ms. Wickerbottom

Technically edible.

Yuck!

Surprisingly meaty.

Is all hairy and gross.

Gross!

Can't fly anymore

Look at that! The wing of a bat.

No more bat.

FLYING MECHANISM