Who: Molotov, Simba, whoever Where: Riverside When: Day 147, early morning What: morning in the life
[Two baby Hydras are wandering along the banks of the river today, and one of them is picking at bits of plantlife he comes across. Right now he has a particularly spiky, mean-looking thing.]
...I don't know, it's tougher, but I bet it wouldn't last long in the sink.