[So basically this job is now Taiwan vs. Nora cage match with roly-poly useless peanut gallery, only one of them is much too busy bootlegging famous literature and the other has too many balls of fur on him to even bother moving from his sprawl.

But even if he has to talk around panda butt Nora will heckle the heck out of this story, because?!]

What the hell kind of destructive spirit is a polka-dotted panda? Hey, are any of you polka-dotted? It's not dramatic at all.

[And now he's just poking tiny pandas for opinions with his foot, because splitting the audience and being totally mature is the way to go. One of the smaller pandas crawls up and asks in a stage whisper what endangered means, also. Good job, Taiwan. Nora just snorts. And then answers in the same stage whisper--]

How 'bout you ask her sometime, she just doesn't wanna admit she doesn't know what she's talking about, so she's talking about polka-dotted pandas.

[Totally mature.]