https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPSq47LZ3bY
“And now 12 long hours before the sun will rise... and drive them back to darkness”
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/bluestahli/themountain.html
Jacob peered over the crest of the ice ridge to view the facility below.
The temperature was rapidly dropping as the feeble sun of this world dipped below the horizon.
An incoming snow squall would mask him, possibly, as he approached what was the least worst avenue of entry.
“Growf” he mumbled.
Indeed, it was.
“I suppose that ‘foom’ comes next?” the simulated Soames occupying his armor joked.
“Not quite so...distasteful. But yes.” Jacob replied.
Rabbitoid/Pooka profanity and mannerisms was an entire world unto itself.
Twenty-four carrot entertainment.