Mortuhaustus Magnificus, The Devorabo:

Mortuhaustus magnificus, the Devorabo:

A lethargic scavenging synapsid-like creature with a tremendous talent for swallowing old bodies whole. His shearing jaws work to separate limb from limb when he comes across something too large. Why worry about getting dirty when everything is bite-sized?

Another leafling Olimar concept.

Frankly, I'm not sure who she is, but she's pretty.

I think that if Dingo had met Louie in a more casual situation, he would be fascinated with the guy. No, he doesn't know a single thing about Louie— He never really talks, and he's always watching the world go by (and Louie will never let Dingo within 5cm of his cooking space, let alone 3m, so he has no idea). Olimar is weird. He was, like, an animal? And he's still got that weird edge, and all he does is talk about his stupid job and incompetent coworkers and sometimes some really fantastical traumatic things that Dingo is too afraid to confirm. But Louie? Louie is broody and too cool for words. Dingo wants to join his club, wherever that is and whatever they do. Maybe it has something to do with the cool house arrest anklet industrial bracelet on Louie's ankle?

I had to draw this one. . .

LOUIE. THE CAPTAIN HAS BEEN IN TEARS ALL WEEK. WE KNOW YOU TOOK HIS UGLY YELLOW RUBBER THING HE LOVES SO MUCH WHAT DID YOU DO WITH IT WHERE IS IT unless it was not you in which case have a lovely day! :^)

I'll be honest, I didn't think I would have to have another rescue mission in place. It looks like that trinket Louie's been safeguarding in his pockets all this time belongs to somebody else. . . I'm so sorry about the trouble. I called him over to ask him about this, but he only told me that I'd "never catch him alive!" and promptly ran off into the bedroom.

. . . I think his left boot was squeaking. . .

- Captain Olimar

A wereleafling, if you will.