This young troll stands in his respiteblock. It just so happens that today, the 22nd bilunar perigee of the dark season's 3rd blink, is the date of this indicated troll's larval awakening, also known as his wriggling day. In his opinion, it is a night that stands out in infamy among the rest, mainly due to the fact that it really did not need to exist.
Though it was eight solar sweeps ago he was given life, and also eight sweeps ago he was given a name, he decides to let you think of an effortless insult for one of those plates that appear whenever you attempt to name someone, as is customary of this planet's birthing rituals. He can sense that the tips of your nubs are perspiring with anticipation at such an idea.
Go on and get it over with.