"Guess conservation of energy is still working on ya. Good to know. Sure thing. Hope you like hot dogs?"
He snorts in laughter at that clumsy bump. Good thing these houses are all made of sturdy stuff. They might need that...
Incidentally, the mention of hot dogs and the noise in general has awoken baby Runt from his napping on the sofa. He lifts his yellow crescent head and looks in at the hallway curiously, so Crichton tells him, "That's Rex. Family friend. And, no, you can't start begging him for food, too."
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"Guess conservation of energy is still working on ya. Good to know. Sure thing. Hope you like hot dogs?"
He snorts in laughter at that clumsy bump. Good thing these houses are all made of sturdy stuff. They might need that...
Incidentally, the mention of hot dogs and the noise in general has awoken baby Runt from his napping on the sofa. He lifts his yellow crescent head and looks in at the hallway curiously, so Crichton tells him, "That's Rex. Family friend. And, no, you can't start begging him for food, too."