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[winewomenand]

Alright, kids. Robin needs a distraction before he finds himself throttling a parakeet and a leprechaun and possibly a few other items for the bestiary.

Things which are worth working up a disgusting sweat over: Go!

Comments

[king_coffee]

Weevil hunting.

[winewomenand]

I beg your pardon.

[king_coffee]

The hunting of weevils.

[winewomenand]

Bugs.

[king_coffee]

There are two kinds of weevil hunting.

The one where you chase and hunt down six feet tall wrinkly aliens that try and kill and eat humans.

And the other kind which is an euphemism for something which I'm sure your imaginative mind can supply.

[winewomenand]

Do not be coy. What is it with the population here and coquettish behavior when answering? If you mean 'I like to chase things down and kill them' why not just say so?

[king_coffee]

I'm not being coy. The aforementioned aliens are named weevils, and I enjoy hunting them.

And then the term 'Weevil Hunting' became an euphemism to stop our colleagues getting suspicious.

[winewomenand]

But weevils are bugs. Not aliens.

[king_coffee]

Where I come from, they are earth-bound aliens. Who like to rip out humans' throats.

[winewomenand]

Then what do you call the bugs?

[king_coffee]

They are also called weevils. But we don't really hunt those.

[winewomenand]

You are a strange group of individuals.

[king_coffee]

What's strange about hunting before we get hunted?

[winewomenand]

Everything.

[king_coffee]

Care to enlighten the soul that's clearly in the dark?

[winewomenand]

Perhaps one day when I am feeling more characteristically loquacious and eloquent.