"They're going to go away eventually," Rich says, trying to keep optimistic as he and Grif sit in the bower of a tree, waiting for a pack of creepy little toothy mammal-things to just go. Away.

There are a lot of them and attacking them does this funny little thing of making them split into even more mammal-things instead of killing them, and they seem to absorb Rich's Nova Force energy and get stronger from it.

"They'll probably get hungry and go somewhere else. It's only been two hours."