<b>RE: The Warehouse</b><br/><br/>Smirking at the sight of the minotaur, Shane nods slowly, "I have the flour, but how about some fruitcake instead of muffins?" he asks, "My mother is having a couple of friends over."<br/><br/>With a laugh, he grins and then responds how he should be, "Donuts aren't my thing anyway. How's the bakery going Max? Still got steady business? I can have another go at getting the NHES to agree to buying it's snacks from you." he says, waving his hand for the back of the truck to be opened and to let out the people inside. "These guys are the only ones I could prevent being taken in the raid I have to do tomorrow. I hate when they put me in the position of having to choose who is saved. Just make sure they all get there safely, and can settle in."<br/><br/>Walking over to the large bull's van, he looks inside, "You need a hand getting room in there for them to sit comfortably?" he calls over, and then thinks for a moment, "Sometimes, I wonder if us humans are the real monsters. I've never seen a single species so bent on eradicating anything it sees as a potential threat, instead of worrying about the real ones."