"Don't feed after midnight until I'm thure it'th not a Mogwai, got it," Psii repeated.

He was surprised the human suggested sneaking. Was it a trick question? He was a night guard. Of sorts. Not a very professional one. Psii ruled out deception.

"Wow, I didn't think you'd help me all the way to my block. I'm on District 9'th floor. If you want to temporarily donate your jacket to a noble cauthe, I can carry it under my arm and not look too thuthpithiouth.... That ith, if furry ballth are thuthpithiouth...."

None of the signs or pamphlets could have prepared him for this.