There's nothing wrong with never having that chance. I set out because I'm a Sawsbuck, and that's just part of growing up for us... but alone isn't a very fun thing to be, is it?

[And there's that generous offer. Aw, shucks, Bulba. You're officially friends now. Here is your proof: suddenly, deerface all rubbin' up on you. You are now going to smell like deer for days.]

Thank you, Bulba. I have a feeling it'll be much easier to survive here if I know I have friends!