Now I really have lost it... talking squirrells...?
Now if it was a Gekko, I might not feel so bad... at least I could save money on car insurance...
And here I thought relaxing in the park would be good for me.
Sure it is, just close your eyes and take a deep breath, James.
Great, my talking squirrell knows my name.
Technically I'm not ~your~ talking squirrell. But why split hairs. Speaking of car insurance, I ~was~ in one of those Geico commercials, you know... before the CG effects...
With a name like that, you have to be a magic, wish granting, talking squirrell.
Hmm. Well, I do talk, and I guess I might have some magic in me, but I don't think I grant wishes.
You don't think you do? What does that mean. Have you ever granted wishes before?
Nope. Never even tried. Sure, I've been asked lots of times, I just never did anything but munch on a walnut and skitter away...
But me you decided to torment?
Torment? This isn't torment. Torment is the crazy old ladies who prattle on for hours at you and having to keep quiet when they ask you if you think they're crazy... Can you imagine it? Sure you can!
Great, you killed my magic talking squirrell! Now I'll never get home!
Oh, my... I do say... what an inconvenience.... I am terribly sorry.
You're sorry? You're a radioactive, fire-breathing mutant dinosaur! And you're sorry?
No need to be rude, young man, I did apologize. And technically I am a mutant lizard, not a dinosaur. Dinosaurs went extinct several millenia ago, you know...
Well, now that you mention it, my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather several times removed was a talking Gekko... Made a name for himself in the Insurance business.