The smell of food hit him like a brick, sending him back a step. "Ho-ly shit........ somebody has fucking French Fries! Oh hell yeah!" His mouth started watering, and his and Sam's stomach's growled in unison. "Fried chicken too. Oh, you ready to eat? Something tells me that furry is there to." In a flash, his mood changed, fury almost palpable in the air. The space around him was permeated with the faintest of a reddish glow. "Son of a bitch is gonna eat all the good shit! Oh hell no!" With a flick of the wrists he drew two pistols, looking at Sam. "Better get that rifle of yours ready. We're going to get some of that food if it's the last thing those other people do!" And with that, he was off, his tails trailing behind him, one of them glowing a red hue. Fried chicken and French Fries.<br/><br/>A third smell hit him, sending him back two steps. His eyes went wide and his stomach growled incredibly loudly. "Oh.............. c-cheesecake." He wavered a little bit, looking like he was about to fall over. His eyelids fluttered and he took in a deep breath, drawing in the scent of his favorite dessert. "Cheesecake. Come on Sam! We need to hurry before the girl and the furry eat all of it! Hold on Cheesecake! I'm comin'!"