Oh, so he wasn't going to be flash-fried? That was great! It meant he didn't have to keep fleeing like this, not that it was doing him a lick of good, anyways.

Rio slowed down to a jog, then stopped completely when the realization really sunk in. Bent over with hands on his knees, he struggled to catch his breath and speak at the same time.

"Good. Great. I like friends. They don't eat you."