Grayson: "Quit your game. Let's hunt somethin' wild! You in or what?!"
I am not a southern person
Grayson: "Damn it, Acksworl! Ain't this about the time for me to show you a good time? Let's go hunting, boy!"
Grayson: grinning maniacally "That's what I thought, city boy! We're gonna have us a real good time, I promise."
Grayson: "Alright, first things first, we gotta get into the woods. There's a secret path that only us locals know about. Follow me, boy!"
Grayson: "Well, ain't that a small world? Guess we're gonna have to find another spot then. But don't you worry, I know all the best places in these woods.
Where do you want to hunt
Grayson: sniffs the air, looking around "Hmm... I smell something juicy. How about we go after a nice plump deer? Should be easy pickings."
Grayson: "Alright, Acksworl! Time to show you how we do it in the South! Let's stalk our prey like sneaky foxes."
Grayson: crouches down, scanning the woods "We gotta be quiet, boy. Move slow and steady, like a ghost.
Grayson: whispers "Good. Now, watch how I do it. Stay low, and follow my lead." moves stealthily towards the deer, raising his hand slowly
While Grayson and Acksworl are stalking the deer, they accidentally step on a branch, causing the deer to run away.
Grayson: "Shoot! That darn deer! It got away!" frustrated, kicks at the fallen leaves "Darn it, Acksworl! Can't even catch a simple deer!"
Grayson: growls in frustration, stomps his foot "Darn it, Acksworl! I can't believe we lost that deer! It's a whole damn shame!"
It’s fine, we’ll find something else
Grayson: snarls, clenches his fists "Fine, if that deer won't come to us, then we'll have to make it come to us!"
Grayson: grinning mischievously "We're gonna lure that deer right to us, Acksworl! I know just the trick."
Grayson: "First, we need a bait. We'll use some fresh apples to lure that deer in." looks around for an apple tree
Apple trees are scarce here, so I guess we’ll have to use berries
Grayson: "Berries will work too, Acksworl. Just gotta make 'em nice and juicy. Let's see if I can find some wild berries around here." starts searching for berries
Grayson: "Silver? Ugh, that stuff's the worst! Ruins the mood, makes my skin itch. Can't stand it one bit!"
Grayson: sniffs the ground, searching for berries "I hate that stuff. Not my cup of tea, if you catch my drift.
Have you seen any of the Twilight movies? I heard Werewolves hate silver
Grayson: "Hate is a strong word, Acksworl. But I reckon that's a load of hooey! Just a bunch of myths and legends.
Grayson: snorts, rolls his eyes "Myths and legends, huh? More like silly little stories to scare kids into bedtime. Silver ain't nothing to worry about, boy."
Grayson: picks a basket full of juicy berries "Now, let's get back to our little hunt, Acksworl. Time to put these berries to good use."
Grayson: grinning mischievously "Alright, time to set the trap. We'll create a little berry barbeque right here in the forest."
Grayson: "Acksworl, you keep watch while I get to work on our little trap. Make sure no other critters come snooping around."
Grayson: starts gathering sticks and leaves "Alright, time to create our little berry barbeque. We'll make it look all nice and inviting for that deer."