Why do they bother me? I care not for their loud voices or their claims of ownership of this mountain. I am here with my treasure. It is simple. It is mine and I shall destroy them all again if they try to take one bit of it from me – one single bit!
The one with the hairy feet entertains me. He is not like the others. He cares not for my treasure. He has a treasure of his own – I can sense it though I cannot see it. It calls to him much as my treasure calls to me.