"Um...are you serious?" the cat blinked, completely shocked and confused by this, "Er...a crowbar? Yeah, I have one, but it's back at my restaurant; hang tough and I'll fetch it!" He turned around on his heels and raced back towards his place, still not really understanding what was happening, but wanting to help out in any way he could. He burst back inside his restaurant, grabbed a crowbar from the nearby storage closet, then raced right back out. By the time he got back to the cute fox, he was well out of breath. "Here...is...a crowbar," he gasped, holding it out, "What...do you want...it for?"