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Survivor

That acid'll be a problem, eh?

Doesn't matter if you're from the Great White North. Still a bird.

Finally.

I still don't trust it.

This is the worst.

Funny looking vegetable.

Hoo! That's a hot one, eh?

Stuffed Pepper Poppers

Pretty tiny but it packs a punch, eh?

That looks like a big case of heartburn just waiting to happen.

I should plant this.

More birds! Why is it always birds?

It had to be birds, didn't it?

It's all burnt up.

Could use a touch of green.

I'm not giving anything to those birds!

I call them "yum pockets".

I wonder if Lucy would like these.

Smells nice.

They're frowning at me with little evil faces.

Smells nice.

Dried Dark Petals

So... senseless.

I wouldn't want that in my moustache.

Look at this phonograph.

Almost an axe, but not quite.

Using a plant to break stone just feels backwards somehow.

Brightshade Smasher

It actually looks pretty good.

Pickled Herring

Looks a little blue.

Too hot-headed if you ask me.

Sure likes that gold.

Something aboot that guy I like.

Looks a little blue.

Too hot-headed if you ask me.

Sure likes that gold.

Something aboot that guy I like.

I don't want to make him mad.

Used all the parts of the pig.

I'd like to complain to the chef. Politely.

What a waste of good pork.

A mere shell of its former glory.

It's bacon-stuffed.

A little duct tape would fix that right up.

Sorry! I'm not peeping, I swear!

He's not MY king.

Not a pig anymore.

We're a team! Yah!

Walking back bacon!

That one looks like he means business.

Happens to the best of us.

Burnt.

I think it needs meat, Lucy.