Geralt can hardly believe it when a chipmunk spots them and heads on over, gamely, towards its death. He knows its plan, because Geralt has figured out that these enchanted rodents don't have a plan, just a method which they intend to lay down in a repeated formula until all the passengers or the chipmunks are dead.

"Son of a bitch, they never learn," Geralt snarls and he readies his butcher knife. He is the monster here and these cute, furry things with the dish-plate eyes are to be pitied. They really don't stand a chance against Wolverine and a Witcher.