“You’re not meat,” she rasps.
“Well… that’s a relief,” he replies, smiling brightly up at her despite being pinned to the ground by his horns. He points to the knife at his throat. “Mind putting that away, then?”
This only seems to agitate her. She violently jerks him upright by the horns, getting into his face and snarling, “Point me to the nearest road – I need coin and good meat – No rats!”
The purple man looks somewhere between apologetic and bored. “Ahhh… we don’t really do that here.”
“I’m robbing you, idiot! I’m not giving you a choice!” she roars into his face, baring huge teeth and shoving the knife’s edge closer to the hollow under his jaw.
He replies, “Hey… I hear you, we just don’t have meat or money here–”
“Liar!” she snaps back. “I followed your damned cow here!”
The cow, for her part, munches peacefully on some clover not far away.