"Woah! Hey buddy! I don't even know who 'they' are, dude! Calm down, please!" Slang yelled, sweating profusely. "Please, take pity on me! I'm sorry!" Slang groveled, coiling up and shaking. "Look, I was just slithering around the forest, trying to grab a meal. Not a rabbit meal, mind you!" Slang said, shooting a truly pitiable expression at the brown rabbit. "Just, please let me leave." Slang whispered, hanging his head in a mix of depression and fear. "Look, I'll do you a favor, you don't trust these other guys? I'll get 'em for you!" Slang bartered, glaring at the two newer possible foes.