I'm not coming out of my shell, no way you old bag. I'll just stay here until I hear the sleepy time time snore snorts coming out of your hairy old crooked nose.

And no, I don't carry any salmons or cyrptosaurises. Us turles don't give anyone a free ride. As to guns or knifes, how much room do you think we carry in our shells. We may appear to be slow, but ya all heard the story of the Turtle and the Hare didn't ya. Yup, little Howie here is one slick racing machine. I'll be gone before the light of day. But I'll be back Mrs. Whatnoll.