“Molawa jumped back, frightened. He stared at the ground. “I don’t smell the blood though, bruh. Is my smeller broken?” He gingerly felt his nose. “It feels not broken to me. Check it?”
Eleu stepped towards Molawa and grabbed at his nose. “Definitely broke. Get it fixed. Even though it’s broke, you smell the blood.”
Molawa’s eyes widened, the power of suggestion was too much. “No, no, no, you’re right! I smell so much blood. What are we bruh, sharks?”
Eleu shrugged. “I wouldn’t be surprised if we had some shark DNA in us. I don’t know the names of all of my ancestors. One coulda been a shark.”
Molawa nodded furiously. “Truth. I don’t know all my ancestors either. And I like to eat fish. It makes too much sense. Bruh. Thank you.”
Eleu nodded sincerely. Then turned his attention back to the door. “Hey, you giants. We know you’re in there. Come on out, you stupids. And don’t try anything. There are two sharks out here.”