"'It's not far' I said. 'I don't need my HEAVY jacket' I said. 'I should get used to the cold' I said."

Jaime tugged futilely on the door to the school as the snow came down in drifts around him. He was already shivering, and could feel his fingers going numb, which was probably a bad sign. Also concerning was the buzzing in his head. The scarab was getting better at using words, but it was still difficult to follow.

Immoderately inclement encompassment for homo sapiens. Exingency of dissolution!

"What does that even mean?"

Exingency of dissolution!

"Use less stupid words.

Death!

"I'm not gonna die!"

Enacting to maintain optimal viability of host status!

"Wai-"

Then there was a flurry of motion as Jaime was devoured by some manner of black and blue force. When it finished, a strange looking creature in his place. It looked down at its hands in alarm.

"NOW you decide to work. At least I'm not cold any more."