Ha! Weak. No relative of mine shall have such an easily unsatisfied stomach. Our family has the stomach of the gods! Made of iron and other such things. There is no way our bloodline could go hungry! It's--

[Rumble.]

Maybe not entirely impossible...

[Great.]

At least we have our weapons about us, yes? And... ah--!

[Grabbing his hand dramatically... !]

Down sword hand, down! You must remain calm until we start the hunt!