Stavanger Bay let me down so i can fly, fly, fly

"Guess I'm screwed then," he answered as he swung his snout down to latch onto another hunk of meat. He faced her, grinning and chewing, not the least bit bothered by the prospect of the crab being poisonous. Certainly he would prefer his meal not to be toxic and would like to see the rise of the next sun, but Raptor had no reason to suspect the crab was poisonous and so opted to not to worry about it. Too late now anyway, if it was the least bit lethal he had eaten enough to kill him.

"You'd be sad if I kicked it," Raptor mused, lifting his brows as he smiled rakishly at her. "You'd be lost without me."