There are a pair of fox-men on your porch. Naked ones, too. Not that you could see anything right now but they definitely weren't wearing clothes.
"Hi," said the one on the right. "I'm Hector. Me and my brother just moved in recently and wanted to say hello."
The one on the left waves a paw-like hand as he's mentioned. Your eyes dart from one fox to another. Same rust-red fur with white underbellies, same black 'socks' and ear tips. Same bushy, white-tipped tails. They could be twins for all you knew. Either that, or you just can't tell the difference through all that fur.
You swallow before responding.