You want to eat flowers? [It's the most important pullback from their conversation thus far, obviously. Dave has less than zero experience with wildlife foraging. The closest he'd ever gotten to foraging was when he would shuffle through kitchen drawers looking for ramen.
He shakes his head.]
They aren't plants, they're like plants. They're like, rats. Or squirrel rats. Or something. [This guy knows his shit.
Dave squints at Apollo.]
What? [Then he's looking at his feet and legs and the plants creeping up around them.]
Buaggh- [The sound is reminiscent of Hank Hill. If Hank Hill were 16. Dave shakes his legs vigorously, dragging himself out of the patch of creepy plants and a little closer to Apollo. For no particular reason, definitely not a sudden fear of death.]
Do you still want to fry that up for dinner or what?
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He shakes his head.]
They aren't plants, they're like plants. They're like, rats. Or squirrel rats. Or something. [This guy knows his shit.
Dave squints at Apollo.]
What? [Then he's looking at his feet and legs and the plants creeping up around them.]
Buaggh- [The sound is reminiscent of Hank Hill. If Hank Hill were 16. Dave shakes his legs vigorously, dragging himself out of the patch of creepy plants and a little closer to Apollo. For no particular reason, definitely not a sudden fear of death.]
Do you still want to fry that up for dinner or what?