“You gotta be kidding me...”
“Oh hey, buddy, I was just about to say the same! What's up?”
“...It's 10,99 please...” badger Kyle mutters, looking sideways awkwardly. Of all things, and on top of having to work tonight, he sure wasn't expecting his more assertive homonym, in his boxers no less. Or no more, jeez...
“C'mon, you and your gang have always been a bunch of bums, NOW you're all work and no time for chitchat and stuff, really? Hehe, you want me to buy that, fuzzball?”
He looks down at his pizza.
“Nah, just your food, man. Please pay and I'll go.”
“Why so nervous! No look I'm actively curious, I leh, eh, legislatively wanna know what got you to spend your friday night out there delivering food in that cutsie wittle outfit. Also, my eyes are up there, shortstuff...”
Badger Kyle blushes violently in anger; looks up at the rabbit's eyes only to catch the jerk winking. Can't he just get vaporized by lightning instead of going through this?
“B!... err... boss said we need cash. Speaking of wh... which...”
“Gettin' there! Come in we'll see what we can get from behind the cushions... c'mon, want your money, wagie boy? Then move your tail...”
“Oh man...” badger Kyle sighs, mortified, realizing he's not exactly given a choice.