The man in red blinked once, staring over at the talking cat. "R-Really?" After a brief moment, an eager smile came to the man's face. "Th-That's great! I'll get you set up!"

Without further ado, he reached behind him, opened a small pouch around his waist and pulled out a primitive-looking, bulky Vietnam-era combat radio. "Uh, weapons. Weapons, then. We've got lots of weapons. Let me know what you guys want, and I'll call in a supply drop. You want guns? We've got lots of guns. All kinds'a guns. Although, uh..." The man in red hesitated, then briefly glanced around at the assembled crowd. "...Lookin' at you people, I think some of you might be more into swords... daggers..." He cleared his throat softly and glanced up at the giant robot. "...warhammers, maybe..." He fell silent for a moment, then cleared his throat again. "Uh-- Th-That's fine, though. We've got those too. Near any kind of sword you could want. Just let me know."

"O-Oh, and hats," the man added, almost as an afterthought. "I almost forgot, we've got lots of hats, too. They're basically worthless now, but y'know, just... in case you want 'em..."