Fox's Glade Ruh roh, Raggy

Sava sat there with the dopiest grin on his face while trying to wrap his pea brain around this concept "AY, brada wives, ya say? Ain't wives them thing you use to ah, what was it? O ye, you gety really dopey from drinking em, ye mate? Make you as dopey as we usually are?" He sniffed around Clarise, only his idiot complex made him use his paw, to sniff, and not his nose. I'm not sure you could've come across a more idiotic and blissfully innocent creature if you tried. "Well, my friend, broski, mate-o, you certainly got a good taste in dem. Should be absolutely dope in no time, no' at all."