Where I come from, we have talking coyotes, who are too dumb to hold a conversation with but too smart to turn your back on.

[Howard retracts his hand from Rations' head and shrugs.]

I only known her six hours. Maybe she's got...I don't know, colic. Colic for Sneasels.

[Or maybe she's just pissed at getting named 'Emergency Rations'. Crazy thought.]