Jan 13, 2006 04:00
RAY: What the hell, sucker?! You KNOW this ain't your damn house! You know this is MY house!
RACCOON: squitter squeek squeek
RAY: I KNOW you heard me! Your kind didn't make it this far not bein' able to tell when a dude was pissed!
RACCOON: chitteroo! chit chit! squiteeeek-eek-eek!
RAY: Yeah, I know you only got dog-type language, but it ain't like you don't hear the tone in this voice!
RACCOON: teek-teek-teek! teek teek!
RAY: [alternates slapping open palms on chest, like a gorilla] Ray! Ray! Ray!
RACCOON: squiteek! chitter-pik!
RAY: I...AM...RAY!
RACCOON: [chewing on something]
RAY: I PEE HERE. THIS IS MY LAND. DON'T MESS WITH THE RULES.
RACCOON: [silent]
RAY: GO AWAY.
RACCOON: squitter squeek squeek! [it sounds like he's stepping on tin foil]
RAY: Damn raccoons. [goes inside]