Ankyra Sound you sleep with pregnant hookers and your dinosaur eats grass!

It was not his custom to answer back immediately; he tended to stare unblinkingly for a moment or two first, as if it took his mind so long to process basic things, and indeed, that was likely the root of it. A sick smile twisted his mouth upwards. "I jus' ate one!" He retorted, and then he descended into a manaic cackle with his tongue flopping about. He sat down then, his head held below his shoulders as it often was.

Number One asked him a question, and he turned his head toward him. "Ya. Had pack." He said. But what his partner assumed was correct; Rat had little experience with companionship though he had been in a pack — barely. He had existed on the outer edge of one, a scapegoat, thing to be tormented and abused. "I den know 'er name." He shrugged, abruptly swinging his head to chew earnestly at a flank that was being harried by some biting insect. Or perhaps a party of fleas.