I made a remarkable discovery last night.

Keep him, his fear of bathing ('nother long story) has made him unwelcome hereabouts.

Mouth like a torn pocket, some folk...

Craven, what does this mean?




Am I getting the boot? Should I begin to pack my belongings?

Yes, in particular I don't like how you leave dirty underwear on the door knobs and capybara bones in the bath tub.

Why don't you move in with dlowan? I've heard she fancies you most needily.

I can't move in with Dlowan. We had a fight and our friendship was dissolved. Now things are starting to look pretty bleak between me and you.

I guess the only friend I have left is Lingling and that's because she doesn't know me yet.

Life is hell.

Craven, Craven - why are you doing these terrible things?

Spilling Gus' deepest, darkest secrets - making up ridiculous things about me....goddesss forgive him, for he knows not what he does.....

You can always move in with Slappy Gus.

Dlowan, It's not ridiculous. Again, if you keep a picture of a guy next to your busom at all times it indicates that you just might have taken a shine to him.

Craven, Craven - I keep no man next to my bosom - but I do keep tissues.

What CAN you have been doing, at such a young age, to have such poor sight?

Really - I worry for you!

Deb, aren't you worried if it rains?

Rains?


(Poor deluded soul - what CAN his poor brain be at?)

If it rains the padding will...

Dollink! Dollink! Padding? Ah, poor delusional dollink - he thinks I am mad....how all occasions do inform against him.....hmmmmmmmmm - shall I feign madness, to smoke him out? Yes!

Oh no!!! Did someone say smoke? Jeeez!!! Now Gus is going to start seeing other stuff like pheasants or something....

Hmmmm - as long as he sees no basilisks we shall be safe!

Gus - was your "mother" a free range chicken?

Is this why Gus obsessively gathers mesquite wood and secretly collects basting recipes?

Hmmmm - you know, I begin to have fears about how Craven knows so much about Gus.....you don't think............? It can't be........? NO! It CAN'T be!

Oh my god !!! Craven is a capybara ?

Craven is my father.

Hmmmmm - not QUITE what I had in mind......but startling enough.

How come your life seems to have been considerably longer than his, Gus?

You know, I haven't been feeling very well lately -- all the heat I've been taking on the board, attacks seemingly from all sides; I had to get away, at least for a while. I took a stroll down to the swamp to breathe some fresh air and try to collect my thoughts. I was starting to feel a bit better and then I saw something that made my heart stop. One of my baby squids is dead. He was curled up on the edge of the swamp, breathing his last when I found him. I picked the poor bastard up and he died in my arms.

I'm sorry.... I.... I can't talk right now.