He's a good lad and all, but who really knows what be lurking in that jawless head of his?
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5 comments:
Brains, I imagine. Sweet, tasty brains...
You know Galertruby can stop by the barber shop in UC. They have a big ol' bucket of rotting jaws in the corner, they may be able to fit him with one.
That would be an interesting turn of events now wouldn't it? ;)
Yeek. If he did get a jaw attached, then he'd be able to eat brains too. That might not be a good idea.
When you eat a man's brain you gain his sweet, juicy knowledge, much like eating his heart gives you his courage.
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