"Talking in native language"
Special: The Thermal Titan's Roar
--January 28, 2094 AD (Tasman Sea[Third Person's POV])---
The day was horribly calm, this was the thought that automatically popped into Jacovik Nemo as his crew navigates the crystal clear waters. As the brown scaled croc folk turn his lone eyed gaze to the water, the Australian native grunts as a group of lobos laze about while passing a joint among themselves, "If ya bogans don't get off yer dates, I'll strangle ya until ya gone cark it!"
Hearing a brief laugh, the man barely reacts as a fem boy avian smacks his butt, "Lay off the ankle biters, ya old knockers. 'Sides, ain't a damn thing out here for even a cockie out as far as the eyes can see."
Letting out a growl like that of his people's namesake, Jacovik pulls his husband into an one armed hug as the wolf like men ros