[Cliff watched on bated breath as the little pig drew closer inch by inch, as if engaged in a heavy debate between the prospect of food or instinctive defenses against a rather intimidating stranger. Each inch gave Cliff a little more confidence in his choice of food for the little guy and, subsequently, the possibility that he'd be able to take care of something and not accidentally kill it.

After everything that happened in the field with Souji, he'd hate to be responsible for that.]

Yea, that's right. It's a pretty good sandwich. Thought you'd prefer it over dog--

[He didn't have time to finish his sentence before -- suddenly flying pig! None of his training for the last twenty years had prepared him for little pigs performing an Acrobat Locus and, utterly dumbfounded, he froze just long enough for the pig to collide with his face.

Stunned, he fell backward onto the wooden floor. What in the world was up with that...?

Seconds later he was up on his feet, staring down at the little pig from his full height.]

What was that for you ungrateful little jerk?!