"I'm a whimsical child who wants his coffee," Ravi is happy to agree with that definition, because honestly, he is not the sort of mature adult that he should be age or grace or beauty anywhere here and he doesn't mind trudging in last, with one last wary look at the goat.

"I mean, we could talk about them. One assumes that if we're trapped in here, any potential wendigo creature would be out there, correct?" he surmises, not pointing out that a good Bigfoot hunt has always been on his bucket list.