Forbic met a six pack of Dewbreons (bwahahaha soda pun) and asked them if they would be so kind as to clean his feet.

The dewbreons say, "Nay, foul beast."

They found out Forbic was not asking them or giving them a choice in the matter.

Five drinks later, the sixth decided to, eh...try to avoid sharing the fate of his comrades.



Forbic likes being a predator too, from time to time. If only to get bigger so he is a better Spencersnack.