He ain't stupid. He ain't got no thing fooling what this motherfucker's got his want on to do isn't to go motherfucking collecting. Not very amusing, brother. Not very motherfucking funny up at all.

His hand is up to stop the rock but it ain't a thing to catch dirt of the air. It gets up on his paint and that won't goddamn do.

He snarls and his pickaxe is swung. Dave's lucky he's already moved because it slices through the air he stood. Coward running. He grips the rock he's caught, readies it, and tosses it back so that if all he's real damn lucky it will hit or at least spook the fucker.