Still, have some more, as the nameless cute-evil-thingy engages in nameless cute-evil activities. With captions! Don't worry, it can't last. I have to mine out my inner angst to do anything with blood, and believe me, that mine's about six inches deep and runs less a yard. Digger could have it excavated in two hours, with a stop for a beer.
The best part is the tongue sticking out on the dead crow.