Rock Biter:
We can't wait for a snail. Can I carry you?
Teeny Weeny:
Don't worry, it's a racing snail!
Rock Biter:
Oh but, but, we can't even wait for a racing snail.
Teeny Weeny:
Tally ho!
Rock Biter:
Hey, it really is a racing snail!
Night Hob:
Nobody gives a hoot about me and my stupid bat.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:05