Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20170430193814/@comment-27344811-20170501204153

Snarl shrugs his front legs. "No problem, little bud. Apparently i'm like this because, y'know, Brontosaurus were peacful, eating trees and livin' life."

Sludge, out of the nostrils on top of his head, launches tar at a combine that was about to walk on a flower. The force sends him into a wall and sticks him there.

"Aaanyways, that's how I got my name."

Snarl tapped the drawing of the spider. Hard.

"I know maaaaan I get bad mojo from her as well.... but I can't just DESTROY her, y'know? She MADE us. But she's still done some pretty bad things.. Blackie turned us partly organic against our will. Granted, only, like, 25% organic, but maaaan that's not pretty good."