*Jack leaned on an isle full of canned good and looked around as the three grumbled and argued.* So much for that idea... *He grumbled. He had planned to mow a path through the lawn of fleas, then he remembered the really big bugger.* Hey, you know there's an even bigger bastard up on the roof right? I think it's about time we moved on. Specially with the little buggers getting in! *He shot a flea as it rounded an isle. It splattered and bloody bits went all over the place. If they were going to move, they needed to do it before the shit hit the f... well before more shit hit the fan.* Oh, look, boiled peanuts in a can! *He reached and pulled the can of the shelf, popped it open, and proceeded to munch on the peanuts. Salty and delicious.* Well, least things ain''t so bad.