The cat jumped all the way up to his head. "Hands and arms inside the vehicle!" It chirped.
Kisame groaned. "I think I might be allergic to talking cats," he informed Grayson, starting to walk.
The canyon looked straqnge, with that massive gapping hole.
"You think being a god went to it's head?" he asked, starting to jog. He'd go faster if Grayson asked. Might do it once they hit the tree's anyway, cheer him up.
Grayson just smelled. Lost. Kisame didn't like it.