The duttle, being a plush toy and all, has never eaten ice cream. However, the duttle has had a rather traumatic run in with the substance in the past which it would prefer not to discuss.
WEIRDING YOU OUT A LITTLE
ASK THE DUTTLE
Information like this is not given away for free.
It is, however, available in PLUSH PULCHRITUDE: THE DUTTLE’S GUIDE TO BEAUTY, coming soon to fine bookstores everywhere.
The duttle is unsure as to why a galaxy-dominating, multi-million dollar corporation-owning, supreme queen of an other-worldly race would be interested in a squid-based alien plush toy.
In fact, it is mostly likely that the duttle would simply weird her out.
The duttle’s life is exactly like a Japanese anime. The duttle is just so damn kawaii.
The duttle is a plush toy. If you wish to hug the duttle, you should take the initiative to pick it up and do so.
The duttle leaps into action to assist the Space Rangers, and successfully prevents their TV show from being cancelled.
Unfortunately, this mucking around with the year 1993 has unforeseen consequences for the present timeline.
The fuck is this shit?
The duttle wishes you would take your weird cult literature elsewhere.
The concept of being “in love” is foreign to the duttle. Its system of romance is complex and many-faceted, and would likely require pages and pages of exhaustive exposition to explain.
It’s hard, being the duttle. It’s hard and nobody understands.
Just kidding it’s awesome.
