[Emil is here with his generously-provided bucket of nasty-smelling paste because the idea of sad animals is the most tragic he's heard in so many weeks, and it's awful (the paste), so to say he's already a little nauseous is a polite way of putting it.
He does not, in any respect at all, expect to find a girl out here pulling a dead cow apart limb by limb. What? What the hell??
He stops short some few yards in front of her, at a loss - first, gross, second, what is he supposed to do with this bucket of nasty shit now that this animal is already dead? Jesus. So. He does the only reasonable thing, putting his bucket down on the ground before he turns away and politely throws up his breakfast into the grass.]
gross. b
He does not, in any respect at all, expect to find a girl out here pulling a dead cow apart limb by limb. What? What the hell??
He stops short some few yards in front of her, at a loss - first, gross, second, what is he supposed to do with this bucket of nasty shit now that this animal is already dead? Jesus. So. He does the only reasonable thing, putting his bucket down on the ground before he turns away and politely throws up his breakfast into the grass.]