"Depends on how long they've been in the pickle," he shrugs. "Something they get tough."
"Of course that would reduce their numbers," Rus muses. "Fewer that we'd have to deal with."
Rus gives him a grin. "That's pretty much how she made me feel." Sad sigh. "Nope." He shakes his head violently. "I'm talking scared. Period. And I'm not ashamed to admit it." Which should be another clue.
T2 sniggers meanly and Rus longs to smash his face to a bloody pulp. T1 just gives a tired smile. "Don't rush this time," he advises. "Just take it slow and aim high."
WOW! Holy geez Batman! D'you want to borrow Rus for moral support? And take your time with replying. Do what you need to do (sleep, eat, commit homicide, etc.) first. :D Take your time. Wait for the Red Fog Of Tired and Angry to fade. And have some chocolate; that'll help immensely. Just for the record- I've never ever eaten spleens (though I do love saying the word!). I've eaten gizzards, and I'm basing spleens on that.