[ POOR PICKLES is going to get a ton of amniotic fluid and eggshell barreling at him. an aggressively horned?? creature comes sliding out onto the floor, filling the area with grossness. boothill stands there in shock as the fluids run up to his ankles.
well. he doesn't know what else he expected honestly. ]
Muddle-fudger... Now that I got a good look at it, what in the wubbaboo is that forkin' thing?
[ Pickles yelps and then shakes after getting back up. This reminds him of being birthed as a dingy puppy--no. He has no idea what a wubbaboo is, but he cannot assume that this creature is dead, so he pads on over to tear off its neck, if it has one. Fuck these horns.
Anyway, the little baby thing is dead for real. Hope the mom doesn't come back. ]
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well. he doesn't know what else he expected honestly. ]
Muddle-fudger... Now that I got a good look at it, what in the wubbaboo is that forkin' thing?
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Anyway, the little baby thing is dead for real. Hope the mom doesn't come back. ]
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boothill gets to watch this happen with a little bit of visceral horror but also this is metal as hell and he's not afraid of blood. ]
Holy forkeroni... [ whistles! ] You sure don't leave no room for doubt!
[ he sloshes on over to the dead bleeding creature and tries not to slip!! ]
Dead, right? ...Think we should bury it?