Loyal and true, some would say a best friend. Speak me backwards, I am who is met in the end. When I speak it’s a warning, for you I defend. Never here long enough. Who on who does depend?

Ehh... -munch, munch- ... what's up, doc. You didn't happen to see a basket full of these munchies, did you?

These mellow fellows are like unemployed shoes. Like if your shoes gave up and got on welfare, watched daytime tv all day, maybe started smoking reefers. 'Going out? What for? The Price is Right is on! Let's order a pizza and get comfy, man!'

I begin with a loss you choose to take, a small surrender for a greater stake. Risk in my bones, advantage my aim what am I in strategy’s game?

I rhyme with oyster, but I have nothing to do with animals, although some say my residents resemble penguins.