I was just finishing up slurping down a family of poor helpless Rattata I had cornered and you were the only one left. You watched as the tail of your mother was slurped past my fluffy lips and into my maw, before she travelled down my throat as a bulge, disappearing into my chest. Fur! (Translation: "Delicious! You might be pests, but you're delicious!") I licked my paws clean, and then turned around, seeing you. The last one of the group. Fur~ (Translation: "Your turn, fella~")