Shit, man, how'm I supposed to know how to kill a bird?

[He says, as he grudgingly pulls a switchblade out of his pocket, and if you think he doesn't feel awkward as fuck about this, you're wrong. Look, it's been really handy in the jungle, so he's grateful Tanaka talked him into buying one, but he hasn't had to use it on anything that bleeds yet, aaaand. And . . .

Well, yeah. He doesn't flip the blade out yet, just glancing down at the handle awkwardly.]

--I've got this, but it ain't like I bought this to kill chickens with, so now what?