[Wally draws up his knees, resting his elbows on them.] Hey hey, I don't need a translator. ...Right? Anyway, they're gonna look down on us no matter what. It's kind of their schtick. Half of 'em are so stuck in their ways that just breathing the word change in their general direction sets off a mass panic, like a buffalo stampede. Like the one that claimed Mufasa's life, I'm talking tragic.