Oh, God. It talks. The last one was all animal, barely more than instinct. This one wants to reason with her.

Don't. Just walk away.

"There's fifty fifty odds killing the Jolly Green Giant will nuke the whole planet. If I'm wrong, well, Phoenix is full of 'sapes anyway. If I'm right, I'd rather not spend the next hundred years with nothing but cockroaches for company."

Shit.