SCHLOCK: Uh-oh.
Shep went down over there, and got dragged this way.
SCHLOCK: It tastes like they shot him full of Neur-A-lysis.
Two guys. Soldiers, maybe? They get their shoes from the same place.
LEGS: You can tell all that with smell?
SCHLOCK: Taste, smell, whatever.
SCHLOCK: I have a three-meter contact patch with the polypavers here.
If you licked the ground long enough you'd be able to do the same thing.
LEGS: Oh? I'll have to never try that sometime.