One of these days, I'm gonna knock Trent's flapping jaw right back to Jersey! Boy thinks the sun comes up just to hear him crow. Not that the sun rises regular like around here, but y'all get the point.
And Imamu? Don't know why everyone listens to him. I'm the one putting food on the table. Back home if we didn't hunt, we didn't eat, so I just made myself a bow and went to work. Nothing to it.
At least Emilia's helped me make some tools. She's timid as a mouse, but sharp as those picks we fashioned. They oughta help us get past these rock walls. Ain't too sure about giving one to that Rusky fella, Boris, but like my cousin Otis always said: keep your enemies close, and a gun closer.