[He watches her anxiously, biting his lip; it is a Herculean effort just to try and not to interrupt her with a another wave of verbal diarrhea. Oh, but it comes bubbling out the instant she has finished.] A panda? What's the heck's panda doin' there? ...Y'know, maybe you can get it t'do some cleanin' around for ya. That'd be awesome, yeah? Y'know what else is awesome? Cheeseburgers. D'ya feel like one? 'cause I feel like one! Whew! [He begins to bounce lightly on the balls of his feet, as if warming up for a sparring session.]