[footsteps] [shell crunches] Huh. Anyone care to tell me what this looks like? A waste of perfectly good Whispering Death eggs? This was your plan, Mildew. "Oh, plant the eggs under Berk," you said. "they'll hatch and destroy the village, Alvin. There will be no one left to get in your way, Alvin." Well, I don't remember saying all that. Eh, doesn't really matter now, does it? Now, now, wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Why should I? [whimpers] Look at the positive, Alvin. That's not really my strong suit now, is it? Think about it. Uh, when life gives you fish heads, what do you do? Well, yes. That too. Ah.