"Beast?" Timon blinked at the guy who was wearing way too much animal hide for his own good. Really, the only ones who should be allowed to wear that much skin were animals, and theirs tended to be less on the shiny side. "The name's Timon, and this here is my buddy--" He gestured to the corner of the room in which the ferret cage was situated.

Mako was staring at them. What the heck?

"Actually, no, that ain't my buddy, Pumbaa. He's significantly less swine-shaped. Force of habit, you know?"

[Your brain is wrong and I love you omg.]