“Do all Doomlings talk?” The Doomling pluttered his lips as he thought it through. He wanted to be helpful, so he wanted to get it right. “Yes! All of them! Some of them. Pets don’t talk. Trees don’t talk either. Unless you speak tree. Do you speak tree? You’ll wish you didn’t. They never stop. It’s like they don’t hear themselves going on and on and on.” The Doomling reflected for a moment. “It sure is nice to have someone to talk to.”