“Well, if ya really wanna help...
We're safe in this cave from the Black Blood--or we were until it was crawlin' with nasty bloodfeasters.
The ugly little creeps always had a taste for blood--but now they're gonzo for Black Blood! I got a hunch they're spreadin' Black Blood poisonin' when they bite us.
I can't work like this. Each time I see one in a scrap pile, I wanna scream. They're gross, an' I don't wanna get bit an' start seein' things.
Stomp 'em flat so we can keep safe an' keep workin'!”
