The skunk walks by the two as they head back toward the bar, chuckling softly, whether or not he noticed their little spat remains to be seen... at least until he turns back over his shoulder, with an odd rumbling sound, which might be laughter, and might be a churr, but sounds a little like both. "If you decide you don't want 'im, I'll buy him off you. Human is about the tastiest thing I've had since I came to visit this place. I swear somebody designed them to be eaten."<br/><br/>Oddly, for him at least, he doesnt make any threatening moves while he speaks, just continues to saunter along, mainly so the scent of fear doesnt give him an erection and ruin his good slacks. After that, he turns away, walking slowly back toward the in-convenience store, the seed of an unwholesome idea in the back of his mind, germinating into somethign that will bear very unhealthy fruit indeed. He mumbles to himself in a way that is a bit unsettling, as if working out some complex formula in his head.