Morgan: IIIIIIEEEEEEE! Get away you nasty little things! Oh... wait. You're not one of them. You: One of what? Morgan: You mean you haven't seen them crawling all over the place? Those tiny, little, spear-toting menaces! You: Yeah! Little buggers keep attacking me. They're tough, too! Morgan: Yep, I'm trapped back here because I can't get past them! You: Why can't you get past them? Morgan: IIIIIIEEEEEEE! Sorry, I thought I saw one. I'm a little on edge because every time I try to get out of here they chase me back in! I just wish I could get out of here. You: Maybe I can clear the way.