With Rock Hammer's wound treated, he was about to put his abdominal armor (That is to say, a larger slab of bear steak) back over his stomach. But picking up the hunk of meat, he looked at it, than at the fire. It would taste good hot. And while Rock Hammer was not exactly "hungry", his fight with the bear did leave him a bit peckish. Rock Hammer glanced over at the others, the newest guest introducing himself as Dex Noonan.<br/><br/>Dex was much like the voices, Rock Hammer figured. Talks a lot and rarely about things that mattered. Rock Hammer actually ignored him for the first few sentences, thinking that it was just the voices speaking again. But when the cacphony of Dex's rambling and the voice's insistent chattering began to echo around Rock Hammer, he realized that he simply found himself in a group of crazy.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Swell..."</span>He said to himself.<br/><br/>"Thou art three art though stick your hand in the tv do it do it do it. Do you want to be my lover? Potatoes sauce, the best of both worlds. He is potato. Are argument is literally potato. EAT THE FLESH AND SAVOR THE MARROW!"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Yup. Real swell."</span><br/><br/>Rock Hammer dismissed Dex and looked at Liliana instead. She was carving up the bear with a knife that looked better than Rock Hammer's. His was a sharpen piece of metal he took from a store shelf. Literally; it was a piece of the shelf, chipped in such a way that it held a cutting edge. It wasn't a very good knife. But Liliana's looked better. Smaller than his, but sharper, and she didn't mess up cutting the bear like Rock Hammer did. She was slower, but more careful. Rock Hammer wanted a knife like that. But bigger.<br/><br/>Soon Liliana began to do something with her share of the bear meat. She was feeding the man from before, or maybe just the puppy. But that wasn't the strangest thing; no while Liliana was reaching for something in her back, the piglet from before emerged from one of the other bags.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Bunny?"</span>Rock Hammer recognized the creature and was surprised to see it here. He had thought it had ran off into it's rabbit hole. The piglet did not seem to pay him any mind, yet Rock Hammer could hear his voice.<br/><br/>"Oink! I thought you were dead mister. But we showed those bears real good, didn't we? Hey, did you ever get that hand grenade from my rabbit hole? You might want to check that out. I think I'll stay with Lilishka Liliana for now. She's real nice you see, and better than living out here in the snow. Go on, I'll watch the meat for you!"<br/><br/>Rock Hammer silently debated the idea of looking for that "hand grenade" the piglet mentioned. And by silently debated, Rock Hammer stood up and was already beginning to trek back to the hill. His only indicator of what he was doing was a quite<span style="font-weight: bold">"Be right back."</span>Directed to no one in particular. Rock Hammer returned to the blood stained hill where he had fought the bear boss previously, as well as where he crafted his armor. He wasn't sure where the rabbit hole was around here, but something called for him on one of the untouched patches of snow. There was a bit of ice that formed over it, but nothing that would have stopped Rock Hammer. He broke the ice and reached into the snow, and felt something very cold, very metallic. It was frozen into the ice, but one Rock Hammer had a small grip on the object, he tore it out from the ground.<br/><br/>He found a M29 mortar. Or what was left of it. The snow and ice had effectively destroyed the launcher, but breaking it down to parts, Rock Hammer was able to salvage the explosive ordinance. It was inert right now, but all he needed was to flip a switch and arm it... If he knew how. Regardless, he figured that this was what the bunny spoke of. Perhaps he may have use for this one day. One day.<br/><br/>Rock Hammer returned to the campfire, his newly acquired mortar attached to one of his meat armor with dog hide. He sat back onto his spot and tore off one of the bear's paws. First he grabbed it by the tip, than began to twist the paw until the bones snapped, like the cap of a waterbottle. Than, he took his knife and fut the fur off the paw, revealing the mangled hand underneath. He tore this part off and held it above the fire in his hand, to cool it. The heat didn't bother him; it flames were not nearly hot enough to hurt him in any way. He just hoped that the embers would cook the meat quickly before he simply decides to eat the bear pawn while it was still bloody and partially frozen.