May I have a word with you privately?
Just on the other side of this mineral
deposit.
Follow me.
I'm going to lose my temper now.
Right now.
Twelve fox-years ago, you made a promise
to me while we were caged inside that fox-
trap that, if we survived, you would never steal
another chicken, goose, turkey, duck, or squab,
whatever they are.
I believed you.
Why did you lie to me?
You say you are a wild animal.
but You're also a husband and a father.
So I don't care about the truth about
yourself.
This story is too predictable.
In the end, we all die -- unless you
change.
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