The loon had to do quite a lot of quick clicking and squeaking before this Tahoe triffid believed the loon wasn’t just a woofin’ about his special relationship with the triffid empire. Fortunately for the loon, disaster was narrowly averted.
Triffid troops assemble for inspection wearing camouflage headgear. Beneath the earth, their venom-filled bodies stretch out a good ten feet below their attractive lavender and green heads. Venom spray spigots are neatly hidden in the yellow camouflage.
The triffid scouts assemble at dawn to receive their orders. Destination? Yonder right to investigate garden borders.
This particular triffid lures you close before releasing its brain quiver rays, which induce unhealthy eating habits in its victims. Said strategy has proved to be quite effective, as you no doubt have noticed.
This was the last thing seen by the unsuspecting stag before it was eaten by angry suction leaves. Oh, friends and foes, beware the bush triffid.
The loon was subjected to a body scan by this triffid before he was allowed to tour the underground triffid nerve center. What he witnessed there he promised not to reveal. Therefore, his lips are sealed. However, were you to search his eyes, you might note a gleam of fear residing there.
A triffid listening device going about its business in a pretty obvious manner.
Following a rigorous training session in preparation for the upcoming invasion, this double blossom triffid sweats like a son of a gun. Later, the full phalanx will feast on venison before attending the nighttime strategy meetings.
Loon: So what can you tell me about the upcoming takeover? Triffid Strategist: Nothing. Loon: Ah, come on. How about a few hints at least? Triffid Strategist: No. Loon: I’ll give you a present if you just tell me one single little thing about it. Triffid Strategist: No. Loon: Pleeease. Triffid Strategist: No. Loon: Pretty [...]
Sometimes, Gertie, a rose isn’t a rose isn’t a rose. In this particular case, a rose is a powerful listening device set up by the triffid underground in preparation for the upcoming takeover of the planet. Oh, and that cactus in the background? Not a cactus.
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