[Norman's hair is already starting to do some strange things. From the front it looks untouched but from the back, his locks are starting to stick out in all sorts of weird directions. He can't help it if his hair is a natural, wavy mess.]

Patrats don't have rabies, Blake. You don't even know what they can do!

[Actually not a goddamn thing but their eyesight is A+.]

[But hearing that this thing has been talking about drowning to Blake brings this snack session to an abrupt halt as the agent pulls the Munna away from his head. Now you can really see how untamed his hair is.]

Would it kill you to actually to do some research about it instead of conspiring of the worst goddamn scenario?

[Oh hey! Alvin remembers this gal. It's Snubbullbull Steve! He'll just squeeze out from his warm spot and slide down Norman's body like an organic fire pole.

He sniffs around Steve, swishing his long tail on the ground.]