I have no idea what this thing is. It was hiding out between my stacks of books, feasting on the cockroaches that had set up shop in the dust jackets of my books. I'm fairly certain it's only purpose on this earth is death.
The hippo at the dam. Cute. Cuddly. Floating Death.
So three things will survive a nuclear holocaust: cockroaches, Keith Richards, and the thing that eats cockroaches.
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