I hear Booksie, distressingly, talk in a mix of an Elfhamian and a Brooklyn tough (with maybe some Bud Abbott?). Nickel is straight up Beanie The Bison.
Here now, here now, here now, what's all this then? Sure'n we can't have gray foxes goin' about and yellin' "hudalaleigh" roight out in the streets of New York!
Phwat's this? Such a concept! Sure an' didn't yer tod wroite them famous wards: "We hald these truths t'be self-evvydent, that all furs ware crayated boi th' grace o' Fuma, and Herself gave the loikes o' us the roights to loife, liberty an' Hudalaleigh?"
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