Amos leans back around the corner, hooks a hand in the crook of the young man's elbow, and makes a good attempt at pulling him out of the way. Amos is short, sure, but he's built like a brick, and most of his mass is muscle from a life of activity and relentless motion.

"I don't think, I know, would you stand in front of a hungry lion?"

Because that's a decent equivalent, but this is the only warning chance and saving attempt Josh will get from Amos: he's not going to risk becoming a bug-lunch himself, thank you. He likes being alive.

But still, even the utterly clueless deserve at least a little help. And the look on Josh's face as the monster approaches? Yeah, clueless. Here's one who hasn't met a fairytale in the flesh, Amos is sure.