Nahhh, it'll be fine. [He'll just vouch for Pratt's rabies vaccination status when he goes feral and bites someone!]

I sorta always imagined I'd wind up in Florida as one of those, like, dudes who raises baby gators from eggs to sell them. Like, to rap stars and presidents and shit. So far, no gators or crocodiles have shown up here, so for now I just look the part!

[Too bad he'll never find a gator egg at the sundries shop. Boo.]