"Next time you're in the area, leave me a sign," Evan said, as he hugged Jake to his chest and prepared to put him up onto the hook. "I won't go so hard. You'll have a chance of escaping-"
"And you'll have a chance of being punished," Jake said.(more) "No can do."
"A sign, my saboteur," Evan said, shaking him gently. "Just let me know somehow."
"You want me to let out some owl hoots?"
"Why the hell not."
Jake paled at the trap only a foot away from his hand. He lifted said hand and tilted his head to the sky before opening his mouth.
Somewhere in the distance, he heard the wires of a generator crackle and explode. Grimacing, he went back to work on his own, minding the bear trap but working hard anyways.
If The Trapper somehow lost sight of Dwight and Meg both in the boggy swamp of the Pale Rose, well. He was simply off his game.
"Okay, Jake," Dwight began one night, leveling his friend with a serious expression. "Out with it."
"You know," Meg said, poking him with a stick and glaring at him with no bite. "Hoo, hoo! Ring a bell?"
"We tried it without you one round. You know what happened? We all died. But when you do it, nine out of ten times we all live. What gives?"
"Look," Jake said, struggling to think of a valid explanation. "I think," he began. "Maybe you guys suck at owl calls?"
"Seriously?" Dwight asked. "Jake."
It wasn't as if he could tell them. "I don't know, guys," he said. "I just tried it once to see if it'd throw him off. Maybe he thinks he knows my voice or something?"
Dwight sighed. "Sure."(less)