"do you even know what we're looking for? I shook my head I didn't want to make him angry by asking then how do you think you're going to find what we're looking for? I blush again as I realize he has a valid point. So what are you looking for? A centipede. A centipede? Dex doesn't look amused that he has to repeat himself. A centipede. We spent the rest of lunch searching but just as the bell rings I find a centipede crawling near a rock pile. Jax! I found one! I hoist the inspect up by its rear end. It flails around as it tries to escape my grasp. Its dark legs wriggling in discomfort. Jackpot! Nice job, minor mole. You used my name. No, I didn't, new kid. I squinted him."