This young troll stands in his respiteblock. It just so happens that today, the 22nd bi-lunar perigee of the dark season's 3rd blink, is the day of this indicated troll's larval awakening, also known as his wriggling day. A night that stands out in infamy among the rest of the litter, mainly due to the fact that it really does 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 in one of those plates that appear whenever you attempt to name someone. As is customary for this planet's usual 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.