[Accidental voice]
[The crow flaps onto a branch near a tall skinhead, who is walking through the forest aimlessly]
...and I've already been here, and I've already seen that tree and that's my fucking badge. Bloody hell, does this bloody forest ever actually end?
[Woody gives the nearest tree a hard kick with his steel-toecapped boots, yelling in frustration. The bird land on his shoulder.]
What the bloody hell do you want? I don't have any food or anything, gerroff. G'wan, shoo.
...fine, fine, look, stop bloody staring, at least. You're freaking me right the fuck out. C'mon, yer bloody mutant, we'll find somewhere to be, right?
[He reaches the edge of the forest near Hans' burned out cabin and stops dead]
Ok, what the bloody hell happened here? This is, what, Santa's grotto, the vandalism edition? Friggin' wooden cabins? What is this, the Middle Ages? Where the fuck am I?