*dons a bowler hat, takes out a fake cigar, and stalks around Maki, tapping the cigar repeatedly* New kid like youse, hangin 'round these parts. You best careful, son. These furs. These furs they pull the cute out like ain't nothin. Hold you down. Snuggle you. That's how they got Johnny. *pauses for effect* Poor Johnny. Died of a fur pile, he did. You want to live, I suggest you get out of this hug infested den of adorables and kisu.