One of those little fat ones that eats everything. Crunchbear. Nabsnack. Some shit like that. Hey, you remember Crunchberries? I miss those. They don't have any standards for shitty cereal here.

[Wow, look at all those birds. Squawk squawk. Heh.] Polly wanna cracker?

[Blake feels in his pockets and his face falls.] I'm all outta crackers.

[He forgets it as amazement comes over his face.] They can?!

[He turns around and calls to the crab.] Hey! You! Walk forwards!