"Uh, yeah." "Mebbe jus gett'em te send meh ah plasma rifle, ah'll get rid of dees pesky critters." As he was speaking, a group of mini-whips was busy digging up the black hose, used to deliver water, directly behind the wolf. Waving his good bye to Noiya, "Ah'll be dere, yew kun count on meh," as he turned he spouted something in a language no one had ever heard before. Some sort of curse or swear of the heaviest magnitude.