[Alright, alright, Puss can let it go there. He's had his fun. He'll have more in the future he suspects.

He doesn't flinch, exactly, but those are some tacky, garish colors on those toys and he responds, turning up his nose ever so slightly. It kind of hurts his eyes a little.]

Bright colors is right. What is your people's natural habitat? A piñata?

Anyway, I don't think that's quite right. If that were all it takes, you could, I dunno, paint a face on a watermelon and make it sing random songs until the children's brains turned to mush. But there's no watermelon here. No little bambino believed in that watermelon enough to bring it here to protect them. But it seems they believed in you as much as they did me.

And sure, I do that "stupid hero stuff" now but I didn't start out that way. I honed my skills in my childhood as a common thief and didn't realize how great it is to be a hero until I stumbled into it.

[See that? That was honesty. Puss admitting he wasn't a legend his entire life was not easy for him and still he did it. And it only stung a little.]