…the pug don’t care…
You can keep your slimy friends, Mr. Fishmonger. I’ve got a sunbeam and your lovely carpet to rest on, and I will sit here until I am good and ready to leave.
…oh. I guess I’m ready to leave now.
But watch your back, Fishman … as soon as my people get hungry again, I’ll be back. Unless it’s raining. If I’m not too tired. Oh, I’m bored again.