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Bursting out in laughter, silence forgotten, Connor helps Daniel up onto his feet. "Nice shot. I wouldn't say you had to kneel down, but it works either way. Little fella didn't even feel it I bet. Now that was just a small part. You get to carry it back. Then you'll get to skin it, gut it, and cook it. Teach a little of that as well. Might as well go the full 9 instead of half assing it, don't tell your dad I said that."