Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-32070106-20171019210810

"Well, we never know. They could be friendly," says Sun.

"HA," says Glory. "No one's ever friendly. Even your own mother's tribe wasn't friendly. More forcedly cordial."

"So anyways, do we leave this wimp here for the Baryonyx?" asks Glory. "You two decide. He's your prisoner." She's already looking for an escape route.