Barrow Fields i would ask, almost insist, on treating you kind and fair

LMFAO oh my god i think he's outmatched

he had expected something in the way of retort -- something physical and come to hurt him. but none came -- instead, the skinny she-beast dropped her chest to the earth in a playbow and launched into an animated lyric.

half the words she spoke he didn't know -- he watched her in awe (keeping his distance) as she once more exposed why she was a far more intellectual study than he. what he did grasp (however thinly) from her limerick was that the mushpig was not an acceptable entree. tachyon's brow folded, a frown trenching the crease of his countenance as he crooned an injured and tuneless rebuke:

"you think you're quite witty
with that silly little ditty
but if the lady insists
this 'pig has no merit
she'll have to sit through her tummy-fit
for this mushpig is all
my hungry talons could maul
its tender
and meaty
salty
and juicy and
good for eat-y
ill take it myself 'cos i cant allow you to shelf
this perfectly good little mushpig
and while i am feasting
your eyes will be heaving
with regret and greed
having refused to feed
on this perfectly good little mushpig"

with that he cast a doleful scowl in her direction before retrieving the mangled "mushpig". he didn't really trust she would allow him to eat it in peace, so he dragged the thing away from her and hunched over it protectively, gnawing eagerly on a shattered limb.