[This background music is getting on his last nerve. He's sure eventually it's going to be drowned out. But if it's anything like the insufferable voice of that one-horned idiot Lord Shaxx constantly droning on, it's really hard to say.]

I hope my brand of kindness doesn't go amiss, then. Not that I try to be particularly offensive. [Unless someone is pissing him off, putting him in a position where he feels threatened.] But sometimes I manage to just rub somebody the wrong way. [Like when he asks women to dance with him and gets his ass thrown, or is caught trying to pretend he's a human. Or when he panics 'cause some stalker asshole keeps threatening him and he wants out.]

Probably the beard. Nobody likes beards anymore.

Either way, thanks for the advice. Everything is so low grade seems like it'll just slide like water off this weird psychic duck thing's back. [There's a Psyduck somewhere, it speaks, but the Espurr is too busy staring at the camera to let it be seen.]