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While you were hunting and butchering Diggy Buggz, you remember to Pouch their remains so you can squoosh out their juices for your pet nugget, the Bluddslutt.
She seems to be growing back nicely: her bottom half's filled out, most of her legs and arms.
She's getting less bitey too, not that you'd ever go to sleep except with her gagged and Pouched.
You'd plupp her if she weren't dedd n cryen bludd alla time.
"<span class="mu-g">Eyy. Shuddup n open yer meof, idz feedn toim.</span>
You never ask her name because you don't fuggen care.
When she's nearly all grown back she starts asking you questions, <span class="mu-i">where are we, who are you, where's Pieté</span>, blah blahblah blahblahblah.
You don't have the time or fucks to give to anuvva mouthy dedder, so you beat her like a sandbag. She mends quickish, she can take it.
Out of curiosity you bite a toe off her as an experiment.
>ptuehyueckk
>bad meat
>dedderen dedd
>fuggnorful
She screams of course, so you cram her meof with moar bugg gutts, enough to shut her up and grow the rest of her missing bits back, like Seafood wanted.
Then you kick her in the tits back innada Pouch.
In the following peace and quiet you fix up your Quality Kludge Armor, clopping Diggy Bugg backs back thoracic carapace; the hardest part over the gaps with wood glue.
You're near healed up now, and heaps stronger; your <span class="mu-r">bich wife</span> was just interrupting the inevitable.
You're continuing down, deeper into this literal Bugg Hole, after a longy napp.
>Quality KA 15/15Dur
>[HELFF SWIGGA] 1/6 QM miscounted
>3days x 6stuffs per day to patch and heal
>4stuffs for a new altar
QM stopping here. Next post 18hrs
