he 'd vanish into the woods again , kill as many creatures as he could , beat himself into a pulp . basil didnt make eye contact with the man . did n't know he was mixed up in that racket . and i also wanted to tell you that i will , from here on out , give you your space . he even almost wished he was shopping with grandma ! after the battle , i went to his grave . i should put a bolt through your neck . '' 