“Hello James, welcome. Do you like the island? [chuckles] My grandmother had an island when I was a boy. Nothing to boast of. You could walk along it in an hour. But still, it was—it was a paradise for us. One summer, we came for a visit and discovered the whole place had been infested with rats. They'd come on a fishing boat and had gorged themselves on coconut. So how do you get rats off an island, hmm? My grandmother showed me. We buried an oil drum, and hinged the lid. Then we wired coconut to the lid as bait. The rats come for the coconut, and...[imitates metallic scuttering] They fall into the drum, and after a month, you've trapped all the rats. But what did you do then? Throw the drum into the ocean? Burn it? No. You just leave it. And they begin to get hungry, then one by one...[imitates rat munching sound] They start eating each other, until there are only two left. The two survivors. And then what—do you kill them? No. You take them, and release them into the trees. Only now, they don't eat coconut anymore. Now they will only eat rat. You have changed their nature. The two survivors; this is what she made us.”