A thick forest near Curt. Curt.
"What is he saying?"
Her back pressed to the bark of the large tree before the cave was beginning to have unpleasant effect on her. Twas beginning to itch. She hadn't had a bath in quite a well. Though she thought she was getting acquainted with it but hell wrong she was.
"He won't speak at this moment."
The professor who was before her, and facing the huge brown ape standing before the cave, muttered. The ape had put its hand to its head and swept it up the right ear too.
"Then tell him to say something. Talk him into it, we can't just be here without he telling us how he knew about us and saved us from those black apes."
She was talking too much. She knew that and her face was beginning to be pale. Her milk skin was beginning to be scarred too, and her voice smothered by the wiles and worries and fears.