The big skunk just gives a soft chuckle. "That's rather amusing, yes. I like the taste of fear and the look of realization that they will soon be nothing but food... Or in the best cases, when they take the process a step further and their eyes widen again in that excess horror..." He licks his dark tongue over his fangs and begins to churr, a deep, resonant rumble that sounds like the engine of a semi idling.<br/><br/>"All this talk has almost made me homesick. But being back home isnt much fun when there isnt a war on." He shrugs his shoulders, downing the contents of a bottle and then opening up another, as he licks his tongue up over his nose. "You'd fit in better there than you do here, I'd bet. Of course, there you'd just have to worry about someone bigger deciding lizard meat would be good for their dinner. Or... whatever it is you are." HE pauses, then rubs his chin in a thoughtful fashion. "You said your friend knows where to find people with things like drugs and whatnot? That's interesting, because I'm looking to have a... lengthy conversation... with some of the local dealers about their choice of profession. I just don't know who they are yet."