Steve: Walk them out into the countryside? They’ll follow me if I start walking there I’m sure. Or into the ocean? Like the pied piper leading the rats to their doom.
Maybe they could be fed? It’s almost harvest time… I’ve no idea how to harvest food though.
What do you do? Just pick it and cook it? There are thousands of them! We’d never cook enough in time.
Happy approaches from the rear and stares blankly. Steve examines his wounds and finds that they are healing quickly, as are his own and he stretches to feel his ribs resist slightly as they quickly stitch themselves back together. The wound in his stomach was looking better too and he was feeling good. Dylan has been awake all