Substances of Suspicion

I wanted Xel... Xelcor... to go grab 'em, so that way he'd get killed.

Drat and double drat! My wibble-wobbles remain untickled!

Ooh hoo! My squibble-squirts are tingling! Time to jibble those hormo-whosits!

Oh, it's... you... again. Need something?

Oh! The... the scolo... scolopen... those bug hormones! You got 'em!

It might just tickle Queenie's memory mammaries back into wibble-wobble action!

Oh flim-flam! My quirkle-squirts won't zizzle without your help!

Well, that's a snorfle in my gloober science will have to wait!

Wait... you got them? Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Could you shimmy over and squeeze out five of those hormonic thingamabobs from the giant creepers?

Hee-hee! Seems the wriggle-wobble spiders aren't making the desert all shifty-sandy!

Queenie thinks those big, squirmy scolopendras are leaking some kind of huggle-muggle hormones!

She needs those oozy woozies for her... giggle... special experiments!

I'm not sure if you talked to him, but he's really annoying! And a bit sexual...

Ain't you just a... a big hero or somethin'. Lemme see those...

Maybe these'll help with... whatever it is I'm s'posed to be doin'... heh.

Here's... uh... something for ya. Thanks... I guess.

Maybe next you could uh... uh... help me sober up!

Fabulous! The quarkle-quirks of science wiggle with anticipation!