The skunk himself seems amused by the whole situation, putting his foot on top of the garbage can and leaning his weight on it, causing it to  creak and 'scream', the sound of metal warping accompanying the skunk's prodigious weight crushing it down flat, like a soda can. "There, that thing was detracting from the mood." He grins broadly, showing off his razored fangs as he lets out a deep rumble, halfway between the churr that a pleased skunk makes and the growl that one that is angry might produce.<br/><br/>He leans forward, sniffing at the air a moment, and shudders as he takes in that uncertain, fearful scent, the natural muskiness of a male fox isnt bad either. The fabric of his shorts creak angrily, and he hooks a claw into the zipper, tugging it down and letting his shaft flop free, it hangs nearly to his knee, and looks to be about as thick as a normal size'd fur's calf, and this is before he has even become aroused! The flesh of it is the same shade of black that his tongue, gums, and nose are, presumably all of his skin and flesh are that color, for some reason. Freeing his shaft also releases his musk, a strong, masculine scent that becomes thick on the air, with hints of pain and fear from his last victim.<br/><br/>"Let's see... You can try to run... and when I catch you... and I<span style="font-style: italic">will</span>catch you, I'll pin you down, ram my dick into you until you puke up cum, and then shove you up my ass and let my body do what it does to all the meat that I eat. You can cooperate with me, and you'll probably still end up belching up dickspit, but you<span style="font-style: italic">might</span>not get eaten afterward... Or, you can try and offer me something that I would consider worth more than the meal that your life and self would amount to if I decide to eat you, though you don't look like you're carrying anything particularly valuable."