Shaggy looks to the Antro-Shepard, taking his words into consideration as he moves away from the cracked window and the assault rifles redundantly trained on him from behind the bulletproof glass. "You gotta point." He agrees as he adjusts his sunglasses to better hide his eyes, but fears the canine has already sensed weakness in him from his pale skin and shakes. "As for your offer, no thanks. Ask me again when I'm almost dead and I might consider it." Shaggy retorts, grinning at his own words...<br/><br/><br/><br/>(I'll keep in mind not to control the NPC's. Sorry bout my first offense, it just seemed natural...)