Øystein was walking through the woods with his buddy/band mate, Pelle. It was dark out, the only thing lit was Øystein’s cigarette. His girlfriend was also there. He held her hand as they walked through the woods.

“You know..you didn’t have to agree to come. All we’re doing is hunting for dinner, sweetheart.”

He whispered softly into her ear with his soft, raspy voice. He gently caressed her hand with his thumb.