“….500 lbs. of man-eater “death” comes through the window..”
(“Chuck, Chuck, it’s the big male! He’s trying to get in!” he yells.)
“Miles, make sure that door is secure! Jacob, you ok?” I asked.
“Yeah. One of those limbs gave my arm a pretty good cut, but we’re ok.”
“Where’s the female, Miles?” Benjamin screams.
“Don’t see it – here comes the male again. Oh shit – he just spotted me! Oh my God! Oh my God! Look out!”
The sound is like a cannon blast. Miles leaps backward and knocks Makali off his feet. Shattering glass is thrown in our faces as 500 lbs. of man-eater “death” comes through the window, bounding over the broken table, landing almost on top of Benga.