*pauses, his second strip of meat halfway up to his mouth, and looks back at him. This wasn't what he was expecting.* I... um... yes?

*shrugs, gestures over to a corner where some contraption's lying, disassembled... a cart of some kind, using bike wheels, and evidence of a way to hook it up to something... but no sign of what it would be hooked up to.*

....I just... ran? I'm pretty fast. Then I brought it home on that.

*so many holes in his story. :| Kitty's welcome to try tearing it up if he wants, otherwise, just enjoy the shark meat! lol.*