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Ink Blight

Wilson P. Higgsbury

It looks hungry for a fight.

I bet they're friendly!

I will not be your dinner!

Oh my, it looks hungry... and I'm probably delicious!

All thou shall taste is the bite of my spear!

I'll leave a bitter taste in your mouth, pal.

We don't want to get gobbled up again!

Will the darkness consume me at last?

Ms. Wickerbottom

A ravenous shadow beast.

Go snack on somebody else!

It's gonna chew me up and spit me back out! Literally!

Eep! Wolfgang's muscles are too tough for chewing!

Better not get too close to that big fella.

Big Biter!

You wouldn't want to eat a sweet little imp like me!

Hey! No eating!!

YOUR EFFORTS ARE ILLOGICAL, I HOLD NO NUTRITIONAL VALUE