Yeah, that's real smart. I mean I-- I don't like fightin', but... [It's still smart to have someone around to protect you when you can't protect yourself.

Barry hums a little, tapping a damp, sandy finger to his chin as if deep in thought.] Well... th'moat is all dug out... What we really need are spikes. Maybe um-- Maybe we should go lookin' for nails! O-Or screws! Um, th-those look like spikes, right? And they're small, so they'll go right in th'moat.