[The monsters] prey on only the most evil humans of our society; domestic abusers, serial killers, congressmen...the dirtier the blood the more he craves it. And you? You are completely and utterly inconsequential. Contrary to depictions in movies and books, monsters don't prey on boring children. Real monsters, prey on real monsters...as long as you never become a monster, you never have to fear monsters. Just remember: you completely and utterly do not matter.
I know the suspense is killing you.
— What do you have there?
— I'm not sure.
— There's usually a murderous clown attached to the other end of these.
— What did you say, little ghoul?
— I don't think you understand. Remember, Bethany. I'm not locked here with you, you're locked in here with me.
Wait, we can not break bread with you. You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the road sides, and you will play golf, and eat hot h'ors d'ourves. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They said do not trust the pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller. And for all of these reasons I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground.