"Saixi, listen to me. This may sound unbelievable, but it could very well be true... I don't know how to explain it, but there's some sort of monster that we can't understand, and as we speak it's heading our way. If we don't move quickly, it'll be too late."
"Hold on, Eli, what on earth are you blabbering about?"
Saixi clearly didn't believe this nonsensical speech and, giving him a glare, grabbed his arm and forcefully pulled him out of the shack.
"It's all that time you're spending with the radio that's made you like this. If you keep going this way, I'll tell Aunt Lali."
"Hey, Saixi, when have I ever lied to you? Why won't you believe me?"
Grahame, being weak from lack of physical exercise, couldn't break free from the strong grip of the athletic young girl. His frustration and anxiety were evident.
"Even if there is such a monster as you claim, what does it have to do with us? In movies, isn't it always the Americans who come to the rescue?"
"That's in movies, you dummy."
