Rinkus:
Ooh, you bent my beak.
Pterano:
The next time, keep it shut!
Sierra:
Why should we? Them brats wouldn't fall for your little act. I say we go find that cold - fire - thingy on our own.
Pterano:
I repeat Mr Sierra, we don't know where the stone landed.
Rinkus:
Then why not simply make the longneck tell us where it is?
[making head cutting gesture]
Rinkus:
Or else.
Pterano:
[Pterano bashes Rinkus on the head]
Mr Rinkus. If we threaten the young ones, we'll put the elders on alert. They will watch our every move and our claws will be lost! Now is that want you want?
Rinkus:
N - n - no - er, of course not!
[trips over a tree and falls]
Pterano:
[to Sierra]
Therfore, we must be calm and patient. Young Littlefoot will talk - and when he does... The stone of cold fire, will be mine!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:55