Skull Kid was somewhat surprised of how the shop keeper responded to his aerial bombardment. Casually scolding the child, and then picking up the broken replica with a soft gaze. In addition, the mask maker even called out the creature's error in believing a sane Hylian would ever sell such a dangerous relic. It really was a bizarre response, much different and more elaborate from the fleeing travelers Skull Kid usually encountered in the lost woods. This man seemed rather unique.

Stepping cautiously out of the shadows he had hidden within, Skull Kid trodded into the pale light of one of the overhanging lanterns. [color=39b54a][i]"Well it's blasphemy to display such a realistic reincarnation of that mask out for every heretic in Hyrule to see! Any kind of witch or moblin could just waltz in here and take it and your life from you, just because they were dumb enough to think it was the real thing!"[/i][/color], the Stalfos child shot back, unbeknownst to the stupid correlation between the current circumstance and his witty reply.

Crossing his arms, Skull Kid waited for the Salesman to continue the time consuming argument before a rumbling came from within him. It started out as a slight purr from the boy's stomach, but then amounted to the roar of a sea lion. Skull Kid doubled over in pain as his intestines imploded in on themselves due to starvation. Little did the Mask salesman know, that Skull Kid had endured a full two weeks of continuous hunger before waiting the extra painful 3 days in his shop's roof. He was hurting, badly, and looking over at the salesman once again the adolescent creature asked, [color=00a651][i]"uhh... Uhmm.. D-do you have any food?"[/i][/color] He cringed as he voiced the words, they made him seem so damn vulnerable. But it was either eat now or die later, he thought, leaning over as the pain in his belly worsened.