"Well ain't that a big pile of sunshine." There's a moment that his eyes narrow at the word replacement before he continues. "You got any ideas on how to get out of this?"

The violins swell in response to his statement, and he shoots a glare at the trees above them. Where he's decided the violin playing ninjas are hiding. "The music is donkey poo, that's what it is."

About ready to give up on the whole cursing bit, he crosses his arms as he gives the wolf an expectant look. "So, what, we gotta finish the story? I ain't got a clue on how this ends."