*He looked as if he had been pulled straight from a 30's cartoon, although obviously that was not the case. There was no specific place where his arms would bend, as they would curve down their whole lengths like a snake or something very snake-like... Perhaps a different snake, a green one maybe? A green one that eats fruit. A green fruit snake... His eyes had that black cake-with-a-slice-cut-out-of-it shape and his face was in possession of a large, oval shaped nose like an otter's, but somehow even more ottery than an otter's nose. The amount of long, curving ears which protruded from the back of his head was two. He wore no clothing except a pair of white, four-fingered gloves and a pair of grey shoes. If one were to look where is privates should be located, they would find none, which must explain why he is wearing no more than shoes and gloves. His fur itself was short, only about an inch long on his whole body.* *He looked up at the two blissfully, giving them a kind look as if to say he doesn't give a godd@&$ s@&$ where he is and isn't allowed to eat... Except, y'know, kindly.* "That does not matter, there is much we must communicate about. Care to join me for some lettuce?" *He pulls a head of lettuce out of the picnic basket and bites straight into it, munching on it hatefully as if the head of lettuce had killed his family and he was angry to consume it for his own nourishment.*

"No." The duo opened fire on the trespasser with a DMR (Ian) and a laser rifle (Garin). After a few seconds, they stopped. "Leave, trespasser."