Never one for words, Glossbones croaked out a very heartfelt "Thank you."
This was a feast. He analyzed down to each quivering muscle for future attempts at emulation, but Glossbones knew the odds of success were woefully awful, aka non-existant. He paused, and crooked his head.
It was then he realized a horrifying truth and uttered out, "What is your name? I'm Glossbones by the way."
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