"Mm.. What'cha wanna know 'tha color of my.. Tongue for?"

Though the sentence itself sounded quite wrong to Horror, he gave a slight tilt of his head as he took the last bite of his sandwich, adjusting himself on the couch into a more comfortable position next to you. He didn’t want to seem isolated — He just grunted.

"Tell ya what.. Get me a 'nother sandwich.. And I’ll do that.. "Blep," ya speak of.."

He joked, but he was halfway kidding. Though he seemed intimidating and a 'softy' on the inside, you could never really tell with the big guy. He was always so hungry, too. So, it was 50/50.