It’s so fucking cold here, but we don’t mind. We’ve been here forever; we’ve adjusted to the climate in a way that you couldn’t, even if you stayed here for a while.
We’re quite fond of fish—it’s basically all we eat. Got big ol’ eggs, carry ‘em ‘round on our feet. And the offspring that hatch are adorable.
Gonna go for a swim, fast as torpedoes. Gotta escape the seals… they’re such dicks about everything. Why can’t they just leave us alone?
Then come the science men with their sunglasses and caps. They strapped fucking cameras onto our backs, for research purposes, and we were adorable.
And when it gets cold (colder than usual), well, we’re all friends—best friends for life. We’ll waddle and huddle into adorable masses.
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