Porcupine Ridge toy cars in the highway

Fang's excuse was probably misinterpreted by the silver male, his eyes widened as plates as he emphasized on the word guys. Lasher and Peregrine flashed in his mind momentarily.
Oh, no hell -- not that kind of wrestling dude, he stammered wanting to voice his opinion on the subject--and clarify potential misundertsandings.

He noticed the blonde male's cringe when he seated but decided not make any comment on it, instead he walked a little further to find a stable spot to place his precious and high-valued bum. Well Fang, I'm Finn nice to meet ya he barked while shuffling his butt into his rocky chair. Tiny pieces of rock punctured his bottom and made him shuffle again making it seem he was seating on an anthill.