“Thy hands hold dire consequences”, said Captain James Flint as he began his report…
When he pressed the little Skritt bastard in the ears, he said, “Ah! No! Hurts my ears! Use littler words!”
So, our Captain rephrased his statement, when he said, “WTSHTF, STFU SKRITT!”.
The Skritt, initally sounded very foreboding, “WHAT?! WHAT?! VERY BUSY… Busy standing.”
Then, he seemed to have confessed, “Want to find…uh,…dirty socks… There. done!”, when he unpeeled his socks from his feet and presented them to the Captain.
Our last recorded monitoring of The Vooch was when he had a conversation with one in the Brisban Wildlands. Our recording went like this:
Skritt: I answer right, you give me treat? It good deal.
Skritt: I will now attempt to read your mind! There. All done.
The Vooch: What? No! You can’t read minds. It not possible!
Skritt: I just did, and I saw everything. All your thoughts.
The Vooch: No, it not possible! If you read my mind, what you see there, hmm? What you see?
The Vooch: (gasp) You read miiiinds!
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