"So as I was saying, could of fed a bed and breakfast for a week with the juice I squeezed outta those fuckers."

I was hanging out by the Charles River a couple days back just having some conversations with the ducks, and it occurred to me that High Tide, despite not being an animal admirer (apologies to Fluttershy this far in advance), would likely engage in many casual talks with the wildlife by the lake at her home. Some more subdue than others.