"Fuck no, I'm not going anywhere near that lake. Creatureth like that are the reathon I hate large bodieth of water. I can find a tree and make another thpear. Or I can make a rope thnare. There are many wayth to kill animalth that don't involve a thuithide mithion to fetch one goddamn impaling prong."

Psii had designated himself to run outside errands, and he wouldn't take no for an answer. "Unleth humanth can magically heal, you're thitting the fuck down. I'm altho leaving becauthe quite frankly all thith talk of cricketth and pancaketh ith making me hungry."

Psii considered Sam's knife as he chewed his s'more slowly, then finally decided it would be most tactically advantageous if he borrowed it. These gimps were basically screwed if they were attacked here anyway, no matter how good their knives were. Psii may as well come back alive to feed them while they healed up. He pocketed the knife, then waved his second marshmallow in front of the fire just long enough to scare it.

"Thankth. I'll try it out. No uthe getting mythelf killed while hunting. I'll leave my thtone knife with you, Sam. It'th not all that sharp, but it'th long and I've thtabbed a few thingth with it jutht fine."