... Oh. Right. You don't eat metal.

[Weirdo. Except he makes a face -- maaaaaaybe he should have piped up about that sooner. Like before they left.]

[... judging my his parent's expression, yes, yes he should have. He flips around even further -- flying backward somehow.]

Look, it'll be fine! You want him to stay so bad, he can go eat fish with whoever's down in the lake.

[A+ job explaining what the fuck you're talking about child.]