Cool hats.
I survived roasting marshmallows with the Tiger Cubs and a dozen or so of their rampaging siblings. Frank was very disappointed by the marshmallows; he liked the word so much, but he didn’t care for the taste at all.
Well, there could be Marsh Mallows, strange creatures from the land of Karsh Kentu.
They have fur, cat like eyes, no ears or visible mouth, and no legs.
Yet they somehow scale trees, chirp, trill, and are completely indestructible.
Setting one of these amorphous blobs of fur onto the head of an enemy results in a horrific fusion of man and Mallow when the creature oozes down over the victims head.
Good interrogation technique.
Frank didn’t like them toasted OR raw?
Poor Frank.