Halloween 2023 - Day 12

Sands O'Time: I hate to make accusations, but you've been leaving food out again.

Big Pumpy: I have not! You both know that we've only eaten every-other day or so.

Sands O'Time: The what, pray tell, is that rat doing over there?

Big Pumpy: What rat? Oh...that rat.

Big Pumpy: Aw, have a heart. It just needs a little love.

Big Pumpy: Love, perhaps, with a little less claw action.

Sands O'Time: You know what they say. He who gets mauled first, becomes the caretaker.

Hedgekins: Ugh, that's the last time I down a gullet's worth of minced cow hooves.

*Droop*

Hogbug: I assume we won't be indulging in the latest offering, then?

Hedgekins: I'd say not. Toss it upstairs.

Drago: Say what you may, but old Grassfro took take of business.

Cael: I don't know what your interpretation of 'taking care of business' is, but I beg to differ.

Cael: After the first round of violent indigestion, it just threw the remainders over there.

Drago: And out of the way...

Cael: Sigh, I suppose that works on a technicality.

Drago: Let's not get bogged down in drama. We've got a new gift.

Cael: When did that arrive?

Drago: Just now. It flew in through the door.

Cael: The front door, or our recent hole in the wall?

Drago: I forgot to look.

Cael: A mystery for the ages. Hmm, this looks a little sus...

Drago: ...

Cael: ...pect

Cael: It's a candy avocado. Gross.

Drago: It's not an Avocado! It's a chocolate-filled marshmallow coated in jimmies.

Cael: Jimmies? What regional term is that from?

Drago: *Rlthi Ithnd*

Cael: Ah, understood.

Cael: So what's the verdict?

Drago: Well, it has chocolate inside, but it's that cheap stuff that's probably made of microplastics.

Cael: I'd wager they're macroplastics, my friend.