*The skunk was either tired, slow, or just plain stupid...though he was hoping it was the first one in all honesty.  As he looks over at the unique sight of the taur and what was left of an anthro, he silently wonders just how he managed to miss that before, and he can't help but just...just laugh, right there.  He turns back around, shaking his head and snickering like a mental patient before he takes in a long deep breath.  His gaze makes its way back to SK and the mephit just shrugs his shoulder, laugher slowly dying down as he tries to think of the right words*...You've got to be kidding me...of all the places...I wind up in the one where I'm bound to end up not leaving?  Or is what you're saying a new kind of slang for the word, "Rape?" *the skunk sighs and finishes his meager drink, and rests the empty glass on the bar top as he scratches the side of his muzzle.* That last part was a joke, I hope at least..*he says with a slight cough and flicks his ears, now aware that he was being watched, if not listened to by the others around him.* Though...what am I supposed to do now is the question?  Should I just leave?  Or what?  It wouldn't rest well with me if something happened to you and it was my fault naturally, so really, what the hell am I supposed to do?