[Because he doesn't know what that word means, Razor stares blankly for another moment. Then he looks down, at what must be the Bunnelby, and appears to watch it scramble away.
Then it dawns on him.]
Oh... No! I am sorry. My Lunch... she is... misbehaving. A lot. Sugar Cloud, also.
[This ball of cotton candy has no shame at all. Look at the smirk on its face.]
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Then it dawns on him.]
Oh... No! I am sorry. My Lunch... she is... misbehaving. A lot. Sugar Cloud, also.
[This ball of cotton candy has no shame at all. Look at the smirk on its face.]