“D’awww, skitty-mahn ahll’s frust’rated! Dun’t wurry, nya-nya, ah c’n c’me up wit m’re ins’lts th’t’r n’t r’l’ted t’ yer b’lbbar. Fer ex’mple;”

   “H’w q’ckly d’dya g’ off fer Maxie, eh? Ah r’m’mbar ‘s h’nds b’n’ pr’tty p’r, b’t meybeh ‘e’s g’tt’n ah b’t b’ttar wit ahge. Er are ya j’st dat s’ns’tive und h’gh str’ng?”

Cue another roll of your eyes, though you suppress coughing at his last statement.

What would he know anyway?

“Yes, the truth that states that the plethora of comments about my size and weight at your disposal are crude and poorly constructed.” You roll your eyes at the man, lip curling in a sneer to reveal one of your sharp canines.