>>12571838As I found myself cornered, I thought about the things I could do in this situation.
They're tribesmen, they can't be reasoned with no matter what. I could give them a million dollars and they'd still be on my freaking ass.
I could show them the Cylinduava, given that it's native to the island and they might know what it is, but then again. They could simply steal it from me because they're idiots and then taunt us with it, flaunting it in our faces.
Making food for them as a substitute sounds like a good idea in thought, but they don't want food from us, they want us AS food.
I could also...just run.
So that's what we did. We pushed those birds aside like pansies and ran like faggots through the forbidden jungle, and as expected, they followed us out of pure anger.
"RUN BITCH, RUUUUUUUUUUN!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping that my blobs would be able to carry me all the way back to the beach, at least then I could die with everyone else.
With the help of the Mawile machete cutting through some of the overgrowth, we managed to make a detour, we made it at least halfway through the trek back to home base when all of a sudden, a trio of animatronics stopped us in our paths, while the Fletchlings continued to chase us.
A robotic Lampent, Duskull, and Drifloon.
They all spoke to us in order.
[STOP.]
[STOP.]
[GENERIC HALT REQUEST.]
The Lampent raised its hand.
[GIVE US WHAT WE KNOW YOU OWN.]
"W-What the....You guys are Scrafty's animatronics! How come you guys aren't on the boat, or talking in rhymes?"
Duskull raised its hand as well.
[IRRELEVANT. WE HAVE BEEN ORDERED TO RETRIEVE WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY OURS. NOW GIVE US YOUR STUFF.]\
Drifloon crossed its strings together.
