The snigger was out before he could stop it. "A giant squirrel? You're telling me they got giant killer squirrels? And I thought Rattrap looked stupid."

Despite the bravado, though, he diligently scrawled a note into his journal. If he was going to even begin to tackle this place he'd need all the information he could get. The last time he tried to rush on the scene like a big hero he'd had his tailpipe handed to him on proton platter. Anyway, as much as he hated to admit it, Rattrap's 'stupid' beast mode was five foot of serious metal when he put it to good use. Better to play it safe than sneer.

At S.T's question he paused for thought. "Can't say I do. Spent most of my time on Earth saving 'em rather than shooting 'em. You types have a real knack for getting into trouble."

He'd raised a good point. What he knew he could count on one hand, whereas what he didn't was enough to jam his exhaust port for an entire stellar cycle. And now that he was human himself, that kind of information would be vital to his survival. "Alright. Give me the basics, but keep it simple. I'd rather shoot than study."