Rock Biter:
A delicious-looking limestone rock. Mmm! Mmm! Nice bouquet. Must be a real vintage year.
Night Hob:
[laughs nervously]
Yes, you're right. Those delicious rocks are the reason we camped here, all right.
Night Hob:
[to Teeny Weeny]
Is he a nutcase?
Teeny Weeny:
No, he's a Rock Biter.
Night Hob:
A Rock Biter... A Rock Biter!
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