"The little green thing sounded like him, it followed me to get to him, it's his kitten," Kisame said. "Don't be jealous, Grayson, you can have the blue one. It'll match your smelly Kevlar."
He brought up his hands. Made a weak clone that promptly lit a cigarette and flopped to the ground, staring at the sky.
"Here, if anything comes back, that'll tell us. I'll leave him here a day or so." Probably less.