Careful with those!
Don't trust those claws. Just don't.
I will never fully trust these things. They're bad news.
Ai'll hab a french manicoor.
DA-DUM...DA-DUM...DA-DUM... I'Z NOT JAWS... I'Z CLAWS.
Juss when yoo thawt it was safe tu go out on da lawn...
I will hug you, squeeze you, And shred you to tiny bits and pieces.
Ai'll feed yoo and make shure you has a warm and comfotable an then ai will slaughter yoo.
Uh, I think my claws only work one way.
Dese guys need to lurn to be less self-conshuss.