[As he's talking, Wombat waddles by and sniffs Scotty up and down, shugs, and proceeds to waddle past. Wombat them cuts a large hole in a wall and covers it in quick-drying superglue, then waddles back over to Scotty. Wombat ties a rope around his leg and whistles. A nearby taxi-cab with a hyper-excited Chihuahua driver floors it, driving through the city at break neck speeds. Before Scotty can ask "whats the rope fo..." he goes flying out the door, across the sidewalk, through three parking meters and a senior citizen's yoga glass.]
"...is that how we're supposed to do downward dog?"
"I think that was a cat, Harold."
[Scotty goes flying through a sushi restaurant, across three strip clubs (making about $17.50 in tips), and finally back in the back door of the Salohma Club & Mechwarrior Bar where the driver slams on the brakes. Scotty goes flying the other direction thanks to sudden momentum stop and lands face-first in a Civil War-era cannon. Wombat grins a big toothy grin and lights the cannon.]
**BOOM!!**
[Scotty goes flying through the wall, just mere seconds before the quick-drying superglue hardens. Wombat waddles up and carefully removes Scotty's pants and gives them a good sniff. Wombat pouts a bit as he removes the wallet and throws the pants on the floor, peeing on them, and then setting them on fire.]
"Really? Dickies? You ought to be ashamed. Really."
[Wombat waddles off, leaving Scotty mounted on the wall. The plaque on the clearly identities Scotty as a moose.]