“Actually,” the buff lion grinned, “I was wanting to give you a SPECIAL WELCOME PUNCH TO THE FACE!”
“Wait, what?” you exclaimed as the mascot wound up a punch and threw his fist directly into your face. Surprisingly, even though it knocked you down, it didn’t hurt in the slightest.
“HA HAAA! YA SEE?!” the lion guffawed, “Even if I put my back into it, us mascots can’t hurt the human guests! It works the other way, too! The guests can throw all of their weight into an attack, but they can only so much as tickle us mascots! Of course, I can bruise other mascots and such, but that’s to be expected with how HARD WE BRING IT! RRRRAAAAWWWW!!!!”
“S-so you can’t hurt me,” you affirm, “and I can’t hurt you?”
“I mean so long as you didn’t bring a real-ass-goddamn weapon to the park you can’t,” the lion shrugged, “In which case we’d have to KICK YOU OUT... and BLACKLIST YOU! For like TWO YEARS! YOU DON’T WANNA GET KICKED OUT, DO YOU BROTHER?!”
“No! No sir!” you profusely shake your head.
“Well alright then!” the lion grinned as he folded his arms, “Glad we’s clear on that! So, brother, where y’all dropping?”