"I wonder what 'failure' means for us." Probably nothing good in most cases, Hershel imagined. Maybe something good in a few, though. He could dream. "Did he give any clue to what exactly he was getting out of this?"

"I think it'll be alright... it had to have run off by now, right?" Right?? Either way, Hershel turned to the exit. "I'll be right back, alright?"

And off he went. What adventures he must have gone through, because when he gets back his shirt sleeve has ink on it but he has the net. "Well, it spit at me but not much more than that. How is that bloody thing surviving in there."