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Felix whipped his head around with a priceless look of confusion, greetings and thankfulness. His face then quickly contorted to a simple look of worry as this person was holding a grappling hook. With consideration, he figured the grappling hook could be used to crack open the coconuts, so he quickly reconfigured his face into a grateful one. Not that he wasn't grateful, but if he didn't capitalize on it, the opportunity might pass.

"I'd more than appreciate some company, but I think we have a more pressing matter on our hands..." Felix blurted out with the utmost courage not to pass out. "I'd appreciate it a lot if you could pop these coconuts open, couldja?"

Falling backwards from famine, he tossed the coconuts over in the stranger's direction, making them land somewhere in front of him. It was purely a terrible mistake to not have eaten anything prior to this, even though Felix had no knowing as to whether or not something... strange like this would have happened. Half-way between contemplating drinking his ink-like tar and chewing on his pens, he was rather sure if someone just passed by, he could have been mistaken as a dead person. His stomach began to revolt, as pain struck Felix's abdomen. Crouching in pain, he could have sworn his stomach was gnawing on his lung.