They both grind on bones to make their bread.
Well, It's not a purebread anymore.
Hodor. Hodor! Hodor!
There are no other giant, mutated turtles. No one's gonna mistake a different turtle for you.
Once you're done enjoying the legs, thighs and breasts your left with a greasy box to stick your bone in.
Bone.
She had little to no coverage.
A hoedown!
Have I got an ax to grind with you.
13 blackberries and 5 apples