The hugely obese fox grins, dimpling his round cheeks. "A bit larger than the stories you heard, eh?" He pats his round boulder of a belly, making it bounce. "I suppose you could say I am a victim of my own success- with the Sheriff and Prince John too ashamed to show their faces around Nottingham, it's been nothing but easy pickings for me, so I've taken to grabbing any bit of food or drink I fancy. Worry not- my aim is still impeccable." He grabs his bow, ready to hit any target you name.