<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8nWEwDHoLo/VuctPJcFklI/AAAAAAAAZzE/LH_CQD1cWsM-36_em_H4CNSfKPtAAs7xg/s1600/tumblr_napkpgrAjV1qb647qo4_1280.jpg)<br/></div>Jim sighed with relief.  It was great that they had not questioned him about his odd stance.  Jim knew it was stupid.  He knew it was dangerous.  He wasn't naive.  After all, Jim had been tricked and betrayed by the very people he sought to help on multiple occasions.  And some of those occasions were<em>very</em>close calls.  Jim had barely escaped with his life.  But although Jim had only invited one calamity after the other by following his benevolent credo, he hadn't stopped helping strangers.  Maybe Lucas phrased it better than he could:  he didn't want to be<em>that</em>guy.  Rather, Jim didn't want to be<em>that</em>guy,<em>again</em>.<br/><br/>"That's acceptable to me, Lucas," Jim said softly.   "I'm just so relieved that both of you agree with me."  He wanted to add that he was grateful that they hadn't quibbled over hypothetical scenarios, too.  He was weary of people that did that.  It had been his experience that such people were not to be trusted.  He also wanted to tell them how happy he was.  Just three days earlier, he had been so miserable.  He had no home.  No food.  And he had never felt more alone.  Now things were really looking up.<br/><br/>He took a deep breath when he surveyed Arlene's loot.  He picked up the moon pie and, even though it was still in the wrapper, he brought it to his nose and took a deep whiff of it.  He thought he could smell it.  And it smelled great.  He neatly placed the moon pie in its previous location on the ground.  Jim felt like crying that he was so happy.<br/><br/>"... We shouldn't eat anything just yet," Jim said, chuckling with glee.   "Gotta ration.  At least until we figure out how much food is on board.  My cupboards are bare.  But if we're itemizing our personal belongings..."  And Jim gave an accurate and true list of his personal belongings right then and there.<br/><br/>"Haven't had any food for about a week," he said as he finished listing his personal belongings.   "Been livin' on frogs, fish, and cat's tails."<br/><br/>Jim pinched his frog, found him sufficiently crispy, and then slid its skin off of its leg as if it were a sock.  Then, he cautiously nibbled the frog's meaty thigh.  This was fancy eating in some places.  With a mouthful, he nodded and said:   "Usually you're supposed to soak these guys for a day, but I've been so hungry that it's been hard for me to wait.  Tastes pretty good, though, if you kind of forget that yer' eating a frog."