"Yeah, I found it too," Tim says sullenly. They're competing for a food source, after all. It's the oldest way to cause two animals to fight. Overpopulate an area, and they'll be pushed to the brink of starvation. Some poor sap walks by with a banana, and nature takes its course. Sometimes, no one ends up with the banana. Tim assumes that he's probably going to starve to deah, in the end.
Safety in numbers is why Tim is keeping Howard around for now, as well. It's mid-day, and he thinks that even the tributes that tried to stay awake into the night would be up by now. It would be too risky to sleep the entire day; it's safer to sleep at night. The odds favored the others sticking with what they were accustomed to and sleeping at night. Besides, Howard would make too attractive a target on his own. Tim wouldn't be able to rationalize leaving him behind even if he wasn't being promised food.
"Okay, while I'm not going to say that aliens are never the right call, more often than not - it's not aliens. Maybe the screenwriter saw that tv show "Ancient Aliens" and thought that, if aliens built the Sphinx, they belong in an Indiana Jones film?" Tim pauses, considering this for a moment. He can't remember where he saw the show. He dimly recalls one of his crazier history teachers showing it in class. The one who had a collection of Hawaiian shirts and dreamcatchers.
That wasn't good supporting evidence for the validity of the show. "Or maybe they just assume that we're all stupid, which is true, by and large. More than 50% of Americans believe that dinosaurs and man walked the earth at the same time."
Tim glanced over at the shooting gallery. The structure looked like it would cave in if a fly landed on it, which made it pretty good cover. He would assume that no one would venture in something so obviously unsound. "Just be ready to move if you hear any creaking," he cautions.
The utensils in the saloon are most likely gone, he reminds himself, especially if they were metal. You're not going to beat anyone to death with a serving spoon, but it could serve as a cup and might even be useful deflecting knife attacks. He'll head back this way later, to check, but it's not tantalizing enough to turn them wround right this instant.
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Safety in numbers is why Tim is keeping Howard around for now, as well. It's mid-day, and he thinks that even the tributes that tried to stay awake into the night would be up by now. It would be too risky to sleep the entire day; it's safer to sleep at night. The odds favored the others sticking with what they were accustomed to and sleeping at night. Besides, Howard would make too attractive a target on his own. Tim wouldn't be able to rationalize leaving him behind even if he wasn't being promised food.
"Okay, while I'm not going to say that aliens are never the right call, more often than not - it's not aliens. Maybe the screenwriter saw that tv show "Ancient Aliens" and thought that, if aliens built the Sphinx, they belong in an Indiana Jones film?" Tim pauses, considering this for a moment. He can't remember where he saw the show. He dimly recalls one of his crazier history teachers showing it in class. The one who had a collection of Hawaiian shirts and dreamcatchers.
That wasn't good supporting evidence for the validity of the show. "Or maybe they just assume that we're all stupid, which is true, by and large. More than 50% of Americans believe that dinosaurs and man walked the earth at the same time."
Tim glanced over at the shooting gallery. The structure looked like it would cave in if a fly landed on it, which made it pretty good cover. He would assume that no one would venture in something so obviously unsound. "Just be ready to move if you hear any creaking," he cautions.
The utensils in the saloon are most likely gone, he reminds himself, especially if they were metal. You're not going to beat anyone to death with a serving spoon, but it could serve as a cup and might even be useful deflecting knife attacks. He'll head back this way later, to check, but it's not tantalizing enough to turn them wround right this instant.