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Dead Wobster

Wilson P. Higgsbury

You should cook up nicely.

Well, at least they'll make a good dinner.

If it's already dead, I shouldn't let it go to waste.

One step closer to my mouth.

Sleep in Valhalla, armored one.

Excellent.

It's not moving anymore.

It's met its maker. I've met my lunch.

Ms. Wickerbottom

I might as well eat it now.

Edible in a pinch.

I think we got 'em.

Wolfgang wish he had fearsome hand claws!

He's thorougly hooped.

Oh. Belly stuff now

It is quite thoroughly dead.

Is sleeping?

PROTECTIVE ARMOR HAD LIFEBREAKING BUGS