[voice]

[vulturesnamedme]

I’m alive. Again. But my friends are gone. Butchered by the devil, destroyed by men of metal, piles of scrap at my hands. The bug queen burned for what she did, burned to save Earth. My planet. My home. Paradise lost, but not all is lost. If I can come back, the Mutanimals, then... maybe?

[a growl] I will fight, because I do it well. I leave bodies for the vultures to taste. Blood spills, gore thrills. Carrion carcass corpse. I will fight because I can. Because it's what I do.

[a noticeable pause] I want my palm tree.