"...Y'sure 'bout that, mister?" Rimau asked, quizically turning his eyes upward as if to actually look quite worried about his Sheep. Of course it wasn't really that bad; there's lots more Sheep in the world.

"...Okay, if y'say so. I do believe we live in a... 'democracy' 'ere." He said, recognising the man's choice as an adult, but at the same time making an 'inverted commas' gesture when he said 'democracy'; something of a foreign and kind of silly concept to the old Zizz. 

"Jus' remember, if that big-ass canid starts a lil' bloodbath at y'pasture, you come an' see me." The Zizz concluded with confidence that this would not be the last Felan heard about this, taking another puff into Felan's big, humourless face before he pulled his chair away, clambering back to the floor. "'Ave a superb day, mister."

Soon after that was over with, he found himself turning back to witness that other old guy at the bar, the one that always complained about literally everything. Seemed like he was doing some kind of ritual dance, going 'wowowowow' like some kind a... he didn't even know what.

"What in Gekko's name... pffffftthehehehe!" He muttered in response, causing him to clinch his gut in his stifled laughter as he walked over to the bar again, coughing as he approached another barstool.

Clambering back up to the bar, he noticed the Rodent was still there, still making himself look like a fool, it seemed. Even better, Naida had returned, though she was still talking with that dog-eared kid.

"'Ey, Naida, m'lady, y'back!" He said pleasantly, putting on his toothy grin again. "Terribly sorry for the ramblin' again, but I still 'aven't 'ad m'juice. But no rush. By th'way, what in th'ell was up w'that dumb-ass back there, the one with th'big-ass compensator sword?" He asked, pointing towards said dumb-ass, who for some reason was still standing even after the crazy cat lady had yelled at him. From what he had gathered, when the crazy cat lady got mad, she tended to hurt people. Then again... newfangled suppression field.