The recently discovered alien fruits are getting closer. And there are more of them.
Ken and the game warden are mysteriously unconcerned. I tried to talk to them about it but they had some cover story about what sounded like “guards” and something about a “bounty”. I think they’ve gotten to them with some sort of telepathic mind control.
But even though mind-controlled Ken found it amusing, his inner Ken must have broken through. At least long enough to give me helpful advice and a protective helmet from their mind control rays.
We can only hope and pray against the ill intentions of these inedible and bizarrely shaped sentinels of doom.