I am fearsome ocelot! The swift and deadly! Why are you not doing the running away from me, and instead persist with the making of the childish goo-goo noises? It angers and confuses me that there is not the fear of me in your hearts that I will soon be ripping from your chests while you scream in the terror! No, you cannot give me the pet-pets! Can’t you see I weel keel you?!