Then he casually shook the largest head of Precious. "Do spit it out, Precious, those coming after us will want to have it, as well," he said mildly. The head choked--much like a cat spitting up a hairball--and spat out the picnic basket. "It does insist on eating strange things," he confessed, sighing loudly as he patted the head.
"I will see you in the future, young Uller," he added before walking away.
Saint Sergio