Hey, you never know when you'll need the hamster to do, uh...you a favor or somethin'. [Saxsice shrugs vaguely, chinchilla still peeking out of her shirt.] Maybe you'll be dying and a hamster'll have the cure.

[Then she frowns, tilting her head and repeating the word slowly.] Cho-co-bo. What's that, some kinda snack?