Baron felt that he was inexperienced with humans due to his many years living in isolation on his home island. Sometimes he said the wrong thing at the wrong time and could end up in horrible situations. Baron was about to make one such mistake in a conversation with a mink in a bar. "Yeah on my home island i spent most of my time hunting" he would reply in response to the question 'Do you have any hobbies' "Hunting what?' the mink would ask even though they had a sneaking suspicion.

The two were sitting at two 4 foot wooden stools at a rounded bar in the shape of a half circle. The sides had a door about 4 feet off the ground that opened upwards to around 8 feet high. There were 6 tables each 5 feet apart with the closest being 5 feet from the bar stools."Pretty much any type of animal i can get my hands on" Baron didnt realize how he had offened the mink, and would be unable to understand why he was attacked and ended up ripping out the mink's throat.

Baron would turn his head upon seeing the opening of the door out of his peripherals. As he turns around to see the large imposing mink enter. "Fuck" Baron would sit down in a relaxed matter in hopes that things wouldn't go south too quickly.

Baron would look down and see what he had just done. Coming down from his adrenaline rush he would finally realize that he fucked up. With his hand under the table he'd attach his hook to a small protrusion under the table in case things got rough. Then he'd unwrap his chain from his arm before letting it rest on his thigh.

After he does that he'd turn his upper body towards the mink and raise his hands in false surrender. His hands and legs were under the bar so the mink would be unable to see any of his actions.

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