"Bandages, it's a new monotooth, er, young one? Recent convert? Whatever, maybe it's not very good at it yet. Maybe there's a learning curve to being an recruiter for hell. Maybe it's gonna crawl right past and keep going. Maybe it won't smell us or see the tracks we left, or heat signature or sense the humidity off the cold sweat in my shorts, whatever it is those creepy walking corpses do. That's it, just keep going...keep crawling away...i've been good all week. Didn't even steal from those merchants. God owes me. Keep crawling you f--"
The Monotooth's head snapped in their direction.
"Aw shit. God knows about the watch."