Brogg:
Huh. I kind of look at everyone really carefully. I take a good look about with my Infravision, and then ask Dave, Fist of Odin to light up a torch.
As long as we aren’t in any immediate danger, I pull out some Carl Ffleudenssen for the guys. Here’s one called “Thoughteater”:
We are at the gate; the gate is my mouth.
His flippers are twitching, we look about.
Something makes us laugh.
His toothy bill smells like strawberries.
It is so very very funny.
He’s telling me that his second cousin is a Mind Flayer.
What a goofball!
I ask him to stop tugging on the cortex.
Wait, I remember that hotdog stand.
Didn’t I ask for mustard?!
Bracklegator!?
Hey man, didn’t we have a deal?
Not the brainste…Ok, that didn’t make me feel better.
What is around us?