There were more questions--an exhaustive number of questions--on the tip of his tongue, interrupted by mention of the deer. Chris grimaced as he looked at his unfinished handiwork before gathering his courage to retrieve the knife and try his hand at it again. As he worked, he suddenly began rattling off a list of animals without visible external ears, occasionally making note of this or that oddity specific to one species or another. It wasn't until he reached tympanal organs that he'd made any amount of progress in obtaining anything remotely resembling appetizing meat from the deer, and he dropped the knife unceremoniously next to the carcass with a flick of his blood-soaked hands.

"Have I mentioned I've never been camping?" Chris interrupted his own seemingly endless dialog with a huff of breath. "Look in there for something I can use as a pan or a skewer, or..." He looked from their bag of supplies to the Abomination and back down at his own hands. "Or just dump everything out so I can get at it without covering it all in Bambi over here. Whichever."