Wheeling Gull Isle run the voodoo down

The stranger was talking but as soon as he started, Dingo was giggling like an eighth-grader learning about sex for the first time, charmed by the way they spoke. Mostly it was the phrase tit for tat; Dingo found it inexplicably funny, and was trying to hold back his laughter lest the movement make him lose balance. He steadied himself by hooking a paw across a rib, which also inadvertently made his hips square off to the rest of the carcass and upon realizing his nibs were close to those rough-hewn barnacles, he spooked back, and fell to his four paws.

Sure dude, sure, he agreed hastily, trying not to sound weirded out; Dingo was also trying to inspect his groin in case he had gotten too close, but after a few dips of his nose and awkward positions of his neck, he gave up, and looked to the stranger with a grin on his face. Whats uh, whats a sternum?