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!