Suddenly beside Blaza a whirlwind picks up, casting leaves and dust about, after it clears a black sedan is there in its place. Heavy music booms within. Soon the music stops, and the back window rolls down and inside is a peculiar sight. A white weasel-like creature, around the size of a man, dressed in a dress shirt and tie, wearing a pair of shades, leans out pulling down his shades to get a good look at Blaza with his red eyes, whiskers twitching. He snorts and busts out with shrill laughter.
"Ey man, snrk! Check it out, he really fricken is wearin' a bear suit! Ya gotta be kiddin' me!" He howls between laughs. He then tries to make a straight face, snapping out a bonelike blade from his arm and begins sharpening it. "But seriously, what's a weirdo like this doing in the middle of nowhere? Imagine he got some mons on him? Eh, do ya?"