
I don’t know what a “drort” is. I don’t want to know.

I don’t know what a “drort” is. I don’t want to know.

I pulled this critter out of my gutter.

The Drodular’s neck hurts.

The lumpwort is made of cheese.

All its blood has gathered in the pustules.

You don’t want to know where its milk comes out of.