“I dunno what a "Scrunkly" is, but it makes me /unbelievably/ angry.”

“"LITTLE" prey?!” 💢 “So I'm LITTLE now?! There ain't nothing little about me! AND DON'T TRY AND DISTRACT ME EITHER!” 💢💢💢

“I— uh— e-erm...”

“... ... ...” He's just going to go to the hot springs to distract himself. Totally unrelated to anything.

“Side piece? Like a biscuit or something? What the heck're you even on about.”

“I AIN'T STUPID, ASSHOLE.”

Tired sigh. As if the blood rushing to his head didn't alert him already. “Gooood mornin', fuzzycheeks. Could'ja hurry this gag along? I can feel last night's supper comin' on.” As he opens his eyes.

“Grah, damn him... I dunno why, whenever he's around, I jus' get so.... Nnnnrrrrgh.”

“Do ya' have to go and put it so /indecently/!? Sheesh.”

“Well, he's definitely open. Very open. A lil' /too/ open sometimes, but it keeps stuff interestin' at least.”

“I rest m'case.”