dig a tunnel dig dig a tunnel

Artisan let out a loud sigh as the stranger admitted that not only was he not going to try and take the hole from him, but that he agreed it was important. He wasn't sick, either, which made Artisan much more comfortable sharing oxygen with him. "Well then, nice to meet you, my name is Artisan Aracari." The politeness within him brought his large head to bow in greeting, a tentative smile upon his maw. Never had Artisan turned down the opportunity to make new friends - at least, not until wolves started getting sick and trying to steal from him salvation. "I'd love to stay and chat but, I really must get this hole dug." The longer he remained not digging, the more his paranoia screamed at him to continue. If he didn't break through the other side of the earth soon, Artisan knew he'd surely die.

"Speech"