"Demolishing a house, huh?"
"Clack clack!"
Old Six Bone Fang was opening and closing his jaw crazily as if he wanted to say something to Dean McKenzie, but he couldn't make any sound, and Dean couldn't understand him either.
Eventually, Dean's resident informant and translation enthusiast, Old Eight, crawled out of Dean's shadow and made hand gestures in the air. Finally, Dean barely figured out what Old Six was trying to express.
"So you're saying, this material is good and you want to take it back to build a house?"
Old Six nodded his skeletal head furiously.
Seeing this, Dean couldn't help but shake his head: "What's up with you, skeleton? Can't build your own house so you want to tear down someone else's to build yours? Who did you learn this from? Is that something humans do?"
"So you're going to dismantle someone's house, where are they supposed to live now? Wait a second..."