[He almost says something about how Fire beats Grass, but it's never been about the type matchup. Firepaw (thought he) was his friend, and now it's ruined. If he had any morality, he would let Bigby tear his face off.

Instead, he bursts into laughter.]

Boy, he would be ticked off if he heard you say that. [This time, he does an impression of Firepaw.] "I'm not a housecat! I ran away so I'm not a pet anymore! I eat mice and stuff!" Wowwww, congratulations, you graduated from crapping in a box to crapping on the ground. Hee hee.