Then you don't have an adventerous tongue! Bushbaby is quite an exotic meat. you see. Men have died for less.
And the name for this 'clunky thing you're talking on' is better known as a "rustic merchant-class drawl." If ever you were lost in the woods- Deck three, by the by- I could find you easily just by following the trail of dropped vowels!
Among other things, yes. But let me issue a warning: Do not let that strapping first mate take your heart. He will never give it back, and you will find yourself laying awake late into the night, pining for his sweet touch.
A pity. Porch-fishing is the newest sport of kings. It very much resembles classical pole fishing but with squirrels for salmon, chipmunks for monkfish, and groundhogs for grouper. All the little fur-fishies waiting to grab the niblets on the end of a string that they don't realize is hooked and ready to reel- quite the exhiliration it is!
Though we're on a boat now, so you may need to settle for "Water porch-fishing."
Hoho, of course not. That's a suckling pig. Only the tiniest of crab-apples would fit in your maw. An apricot should fit better, and would add a sweetness which your flesh, I suspect, is lacking.
Welcome aboard, I am Samuel Goldthwaine Robinson Jr! Please come to my abode- We will feast on Wall and make a night of it.
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I don't want to eat him!
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And the name for this 'clunky thing you're talking on' is better known as a "rustic merchant-class drawl." If ever you were lost in the woods- Deck three, by the by- I could find you easily just by following the trail of dropped vowels!
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...there's a forest on the boat?
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I know from experience both general and specific!
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My, aren't you a curious little lady?
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Like.
Really.
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Tell me, do you enjoy porch-fishing?
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Though we're on a boat now, so you may need to settle for "Water porch-fishing."
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