I asked the monster if he was going to kill me. He said that he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. If he killed me, people would come looking and poking around for him. They might even start hunting him and shoot him.
If he kept me alive, he’d have to take care of me. He didn’t want that either.
But that’s what he did. And I kept him company. I didn’t really like him, but I didn’t have much choice. So I became a wise-cracking sidekick.