"Fillet me? But I don't know if I take premium or regular unleaded. Hang on...lets find out."
[Wombat pulls a gallon of regular unleaded gasoline out of his pouch and pours it in a gallon-sized martini glass, drops a single olive in it and swishes it around in his mouth. He then lights a match and puts it in his mouth, swishes it a bit longer, and then spits the flaming cocktail out on Wolf Reaper.]
*crackling sound of burning flesh*
"Hmmm...yeah I just don't know yet."
[Wombat rummages around in Wolf Reaper's charred pants and pulls out his wallet, chucks it and paws his credit card. Wombat then pulls a old Shell-style gas pump out of his pouch, selects "Premium" and swipes the card a few times and puts the nozzle in his mouth.]
*click-click-click-BING!*
[Wombat swishes the high-grade petrol around in his beak for a few moments before pulling a roadside flare out of his pouch, lighting it, and hosing down Wolf Reaper with the contents. Wolf Reaper can now be seen for miles as he is positively glowing (literally). Wombat nods and pulls a small pair of glasses and a notepad out of his pouch and makes a few notes in crayon.]
"Yep. I'm definitely a Premium-unleaded marsupial."
[Wombat waddles off, leaving Wolf Reaper still burning.]