A.k.a. secret Soviet subversion!
It has a pretty awkward code name, though.
Here’s a whistle-stop tour of human-dolphin communication.
As a kid I lived on a fairly rough council estate. It was the kind of place where, if you …
I wouldn’t bet on black, either.
Surprisingly not a translation error.
It depends on who you ask.
…or carnivore fodder, for that matter.
To be fair, it would have left you in pieces too.
It could do with an explosion, though.
It’s either far too hot or far too polite to fight.
It even picks a fight with the argonauts.
Whether it brings life or death, for instance.
It might even recognise you! Wait, does that make it worse…?
Do you know how hard it was typing “Haflinger” instead of “Halfinger”?
Or are we just rubbish at spotting innovation?
So much so you can cut yourself on it.
The aurochs ascended to the heavens. And back…?
Don’t underestimate anything with stripes.
No, not because it begins with “x”.