Grim Eyes
Hsst! Keep your voice down! It’ll hear you!
Digger
Listen, Grim Eyes, you saved my life, and I know it cost you your friend, and I’m not ungrateful, but so help me, if you’re going to hurt Ed’s feelings again, you can just turn around and keep on walking—
Grim Eyes
No, no— forget the eaten. It’s not important. You have to call it off!
Digger
Whoa, calm down. Call off the what, now?
Grim Eyes
Your demon! The little black thing! It’s driving us insane! Every time we go hunting. Every. Single. Time. We close in on the deer, we’re just about to throw our spears— and the damn thing pops up and starts asking the deer if it can talk!
Grim Eyes
It’s been doing this for two solid days! We’ve eaten half the stored food in camp! We may have to push back the long feast!
Digger
Can’t you hunt something other than deer? You know, moles, bunnies, whatever?
Grim Eyes
It’s not just deer. It’s everything! We can’t get within fifty feet of prey without that thing showing up and interrogating it! Last night it pulled a fish off my line because it thought the flopping might be a form of interpretive dance. This is no way to run a hunter-gatherer society!
Digger
Oh, blood and shale, Grim Eyes, I don’t know what to tell you. I’ll try to talk to it.
Grim Eyes
I know it listens to you. If we can’t get the long feast together in time—
Digger
Okay. Do you know where to find it.
Grim Eyes
That, at least, won’t be a problem.