(Okay then. An 11 foot orange anthro fox in jeans then. Mice are rather...unsanitary.)<br/><br/>I follow you without question, thinking that you just decided to go to an even better burger joint than Marty's. I look around the alley, sniffling slightly as I see absolutely no sign of food, my back facing you. "Um, I hate to correct you and all but theres not a single speck of food here."