Day after blasted day, those dirt-munching, slime infested Goldenjaw Laupedes interfere with my job. My other job as a researcher, I mean.

The "best" part of all of this is that I'm actually here to study how anything can survive in the Twisted Chasm.

The Laupedes interest me least of all! Insects are insects, and the fact they survive here is no more surprising than the fact they survive anywhere else.

You know, if you were to scratch my back by, say, wiping out those Laupedes, I'd be more than happy to compensate you.

Player: Accept.

While you were gone, another one of those things came and decided I looked like lunch. I'm still cleaning the slime off my knuckles.

Ugh. I'll clean them later. How did you do?

Player: "I thinned them out for you."

Excellent. You know, I was thinking of cutting off one of their heads, and wearing it like a hat. Maybe make the others think I'm Queen Laupede. Then I thought about the slime dripping down my back...

Now, I promised you something, didn't I? Here, take these, fresh from our supplies cabinet.