"Yo, Ryan?" said Randy flipping on the light switch after opening Ryan's bedroom door.
"Haven't you heard of knocking?" growled the raccoon wearing a jockstrap lying on its back on Ryan's bed.
"You talked?"
"So?" asked the raccoon man sitting up and yawning, "You talk, and considering -"
"Considering what?" said Randy angrily as he charged into the room.
Raccoon man had picked up on Ryan's analysis of his brother's touchy points.
"Easy, Randy, I was just teasing."
"Oh, oh, of course, raccoons can't talk. You must be a robot with Ryan controlling you from a distance," said Randy cleverly.
"Yeah, he wishes. No, your younger jock brother apparently ran afoul of a witch kid or something. Anyway he's a different kind of jock now," the raccoon man said snapping his waistband.
Ow! thought Ryan.
"Yeah, right," said Randy in disbelief.
"Okay, think what you like, but humor me, and get me some snacks. I suspect your parents would freak if they saw me roaming around the house. Maybe some of those canned sardines that you got in the Christmas gift basket from your Aunt?"
"Sardines?" Randy shrugged, "A robot that eats. I gotta see this."
He ran out of the room, downstairs to the kitchen to retrieve the sardines.
"Bright boy," the raccoon man said sarcastically. Then looking at the pouch covering his masculinity, he said, "So jockboy - yeah, you can keep asking me to call you your human name, but you ain't human, and unless I know that I'll keep my intellect when you change back, I'm not too keen on letting that happen. Oh, don't be so surprised. Hadn't it occurred to you that my new evolved state only happened because I'm wearing you? I don't think I'll take you off any time soon, unless - hm? What? Oh, I'm blocking my thoughts, yeah, well, I guess you made me smarter than you, cause you don't seem to be able to block any of yours. Ah, Randy's back with the lunch, yum, the sardines smell delicious."