Barnaby tries to figure out how to make you laugh, a tobacco pipe resting in his mouth that emits colorful smoke.

“Listen, I got a joke for you-What did the bee say to the flower? I wouldn’t know, I wasn’t there! What do I look like, a BEE’s-dropper?” He honks a horn in his hand and chuckles goofily at his own joke. Then he glances at you scanning for a reaction, he doesn’t wait for long before he speaks again.

“…Not even a chuckle? Boy, tough crowd!“ Barnaby says in a chummy way.