Kak: I am Kak, head of this hunt.
Kerchak: I'm Kerchak, captain of this platoon.
Kak: My nose tells me that you carry meat with you. Shall we dine and seal the peace?
Kerchak: Ummm... Your nose must be mistaken.
Corpsman: Sir, I think he's talking about the wounded.
Kerchak: Definitely mistaken.