Manfread pondered whether it was better to be a Manny-sicle or Roast-Manny with a side of his own boiling blood gravy as Al carried him along. Well at least he wasn't cold any more, and he had filled his quota of destruction.... for now. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out two melted chocolate bars and handed one to Al.
“Got and marshmallows or hotdogs? ” he asked slurping what was now a paste, as he used his Byakugan to get a better idea of where the bug was headed. Scouting was a simple matter for his eyes and he wanted to know of any surprises before they arrived.