Once the rest of the bats move over to devour the broom, Jimmy tilts it away from his face. The non-eaten bristles are starting to catch, and the bats eat like they're starving.

"Maybe we could set up a smoker? It'd almost be a smokehouse, but if we can keep the bats in there, then we can just feed them whatever wood chips we need to flavor the meat... And if we're sure they can't transmit diseases to you, then there probably won't be a problem. Maybe set up some screens so they don't perch on the meat itself." Jimmy eyes off the bat-torch, and one of the bats looks back and squeaks at him.