“Well now, I wouldn’t dive into the ocean and take a tone like that with you in your home,” he replied evenly.
He rested the dagger casually over his shoulder as he spun back around to face the other animal.
#FINDING NEMO FISH WITH BUCK TEETH FREE#
Along the way, a paw had reached out and tugged free his dagger from where it had stabbed into the ground during his descent. Regardless of any of that though, he granted the request and dropped down to the ground, promptly darting a short distance ahead.
Dinosaurs didn’t speak in his experience after all, or at least not in any sort of meaningful way that an animal such as himself could understand, so it occurred to him that he may have had made an error in his assumption that this was any sort of dino at all.Įither that, or he was something of an anomaly. While it might be able to be argued that Buck had a warped perception of personal space, or even a lack of the concept altogether, after so many years of deteriorating sanity and perpetual solitude, it didn’t discourage him so much as it rather intrigued him further. Buck was just leaning down from the creature’s head and reaching with the intent to poke at one of a vast number of sharp teeth with a curious claw, and was about half a second away from making contact, before the remark on personal space snapped him to attention.