"Roy"'s Comments

I love me a good gyro. It was the line that repeated in Roy's mind with every bite of said gyro, and the very same line she told the cashier when she ordered it. Didn't get a laugh, strangely enough. Weird, she thought it was hilarious.
But boy, was this one particularly good today. Just the right amount of--
Suddenly, something fell on top of her head. She flailed about with a yelp, swatting whatever was wriggling on top of her off until finally both Redleaf and her gyro landed on the ground. With heavy huffs, she assessed the damage, golden eyes tragically staring at her fallen meal. "Aww man, what the hell?" she griped while brushing her hair out of her face. She looked back at Redleaf. "Whoa, what the hell are you?" she blinked. That was definitely not a lost pet, or a cat. Should... Should she call the museum??