Groink.

Combat rolling piglet.

He goes up lick licks the hand.

He's done nothing wrong, do not look at him.

Staring at the Reader.

He looks up with a blink or several. Half grunt, half oink coming out of him.

Staring at the Reader.

He does a roll, and a roll, and another roll, right into a table leg.

He's at it again, VROOOOOOOOOOOM.

Look at him. Look at the piglet.

He's running around the hotel. ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

He rolls over. Dreaded technique.

SQUEALS. HE WAS STUCK IN A BOX.

He is in trouble.

The threat is enough to cause him to quiet down. He knows what the word Bacon is. And what it implies.

PANICKED OINKS FROM INSIDE THE BOX, HELP. THE PIGLET IS TRAPPED.

((Fat Nuggets is not the smartest.))

He's not really the smartest as he's being led thanks to the crackers.

His mouth opens wide as he goes to bite the cracker, crunch crunch crunch crunch.

He looks up, tilting his head, half grunting and oinking as he blinks. Cracker... He is a bit hungry.

BEHOLD. THE DANCE OF JOY.

Angel probably can't catch him when he's fast as fuck boiiiiiii. Though Angel can easily get him to run in his direction.

The pig has zoomies. He's fast.

He blinks and slowly looks up at the moth as he approaches.

He rolling.

He wiggles his little head, ah there's his collar and tags.

He has a paw on the bowl's edge and hits it a bit. The bowl clatters a bit against the bar counter and he just stares at it. And then goes back to eating.

Lots of pig kisses and various groinking sounds. He is very happy to see his mama.

Angel puts him in pretty outfits a lot. He may or may not be spoiled.

Piglet is murdering these bar nuts.

The piglet looks around, hmm, he seems to not know where his parent is right now.

He's gonna do it. The dreaded. EAT THE BAR NUTS OFF THE COUNTER. Little sneaky piglet.

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He does the dreaded roll over ability before getting up and walking over to her and nosing her.

((Back to work.))

Oh, no, he's going to do his dreaded counter. He's now flop-rolled on his side, pig down, sniffing around.

Surprise piglet.

He's just being held, wiggling his nose and just noses at Angel.

((The true rage is when a Val kicks the piglet and sets Angel Dust off.))

It's the boyyyyyyyyy. Fat Nuggets.