Mental sat on a large rock from a distant, he was laying on his stomach and his head in his hands. "Looky, looky, looky!" he said happily, summoning his knife and rubbing it on the sand boulder. "The GEMS are coming! The GEMS are coming! How lovely!" he said, rolling over onto his back. He started the stabbing the sand boulder, cutting through it swiftly. "Now I get to stab, [i]stab[/i], [i]STAB![/i]" he said, chuckling merrily before jumping from boulder to boulder, staying careful to stay out of sight of the gems, but still able to be close enough that he could make each of them out.