"W-What's wrong with you, kid?! You trying to kill us all or something?!"<br/><br/>The stranger had scaled the back of this mountain of the creature. Sure enough it was slowing down, its entire leg torn into oblivion and poison coursing throughout its body, but Joseph knew: a wounded monster was a dangerous one. Having a lunatic riding the thing didn't really help matters. There was nothing Joseph could do, that was clear. The others though, maybe they could. As a beacon of hope, Joseph plunged his sweating hands into the box. He grabbed hold of the first two things his hands touched.<br/><br/>"Hurry up, will you?! I can't take this much longer!"<br/><br/>With all of his force, Joseph threw the objects towards the others. A helpless kitten flew from one hand. An oh-so-manly stick of Old Spice from the other.