Cerulean Cape thunderclap

the prettiest of all zillas

watching as Raptor unfurled his fruit roll-up tongue--a tongue that looked as though it was crafted by the gods for the sole purpose of kissing frogs--the boy gurned on a glob of bile bubbling in his throat. still, he held his position as the swashbuckling corsair stalked forward with pucker-up-buttercup come hitherings. his eyes glistering with mischief, lyc summoned: "then bring those sweet lips over here."

his hindleg shifted subltly. he surmised if he could draw the giant trashpanda farther away from his precious bounty, he had a chance of swooping in and spiriting off with a ration of the tumefied seal for himself.