Halloween 2024 - Day 09

Big Pumpy: Apologies for the way events unfolded yesterday. It wasn't quite the end result that I had planned.

Big Pumpy: Nonetheless, we will regroup, rebuild, replan, and remunerate. I've got something even better planned for today.

Eduard: What does remunerate mean?

Big Pumpy: I don't know. It's just the word of the day.

Eduard: Got it. Now, not to sidetrack, but are we planning on doing anything with these bodies. Rotting pumpkins have their own toxic flair, but when mixed with carrion, it's reaching new levels of revulsion.

Big Pumpy: I thought about it, but if I throw them out, they'll just end up back here.

Eduard: I was thinking more along the lines of burying them.

Big Pumpy: In the ground? That seems very disrespectful...

Big Pumpy: But enough about the dead, let's focus on the living. Specifically, living pigs. These pigs.

Big Pumpy: Please welcome them to our group and treat them as equals.

Rein-man: Wait, how come I'm not treated like an equal yet?

Big Pumpy: Have you seen their color coordination? You need to step up your game.

Pumpathan: Alley-oop, we'll just get this on up there...

Hedgekins: Hey! What are you doing, and what is that behind you?

Pumpathan: Oh this? I was just delivering gifts down the chimney, like ol' man Scrooge.

Hedgekins: Wonderful! What did you bring?

Pumpathan: Sour bats! And isn't that bow charming?

Hedgekins: It is!

Pumpathan: Open it up. The box is only half the treat.

Hogbug: Not to look a gift-horse under the hooves, but what—pray tell—are these?

Pumpathan: Chimeras... They're a genetic monstrosity, but charming all the same.

Hogbug: You were going to steal these when you thought we weren't looking, weren't you?

Pumpathan: Perhaps, but I'm glad we opened it up and saw what a waste of time this would have been.