Hodag Jr. snarled at the strange raccoon man. It made him feel... Hungry. By now, green drool was pooling around his front legs, no doubt permanently staining the carpet. From what he could glean of human speech, apparently he was being... Rewarded for vomiting up the metal piece? That was good. He hadn't eaten... Since those hitchhikers a ways back. And that was almost an hour ago, now. What he really, REALLY wanted was a nice, rare raccoon steak... Though any steak would likely do. "RRRRRRRRRARRGHLRGH!"