The NeverEnding Story1984

Rockbiter:
Where I come from, in the North, we used to have exquisite gourmet rocks. Only now... now, they're all gone.

Nighthob:
I know how it happened. [chuckles]

Rockbiter:
Oh, I-- I swear it wasn't me!

Nighthob:
Oh, heck, no!

Teeny Weeny:
I think I know what it was. Tell us more.

Rockbiter:
Near my home, there used to be a beautiful lake. But then... then it... it was gone.

Teeny Weeny:
Did the lake dry up?

Rockbiter:
No. It just wasn't there anymore. Nothing was there anymore. Not even a dried up lake.

Teeny Weeny:
A hole?

Rockbiter:
A hole would be something. No, it was... nothing. And it got bigger, and bigger. First there was no lake anymore, and then finally... no rocks.

[He starts chewing a rock, and the pieces nearly fall onto the Nighthob]

Nighthob:
If he keeps stuffing his face like that, soon there won't be any rocks here either!