Yellow! Me name buck, and buck am brown! Bucket best friend, and we together forever! Who are you?

The seemingly simpleminded and low-brainheaded buck greets himself to you enthusiastically as he waves happily, his outward eyes trying to focus onto you.

(Internally: „This seems to be going well so far… maybe they won’t suspect my intelligence through my forced, absurd voice..? Yes, that seems about it—the bucket and outward eyes also seems to be convincing to them too.“)