"bounding through the north woods. hunting hunters..."(a low growl...fast rhythmic jungle drums increasing in volume and pace. cut to fast paced sprints through the foliage (chasing hunters). wild animal screaches... the growls of fighting things... oohh! wild cat scream. stop.)
jesus...i think we have gone too far. may our souls be treated mercifully when we are called to answer for our misgivings. may the wind of Hades blow coldly 'cross our bones.