You're out late one night walking through your urban neighborhood, whether you're coming home from work or simply out for a stroll is up to you, when an Opossum-Demihuman jumps out demanding your money!

He's hissing and showing off his sharp fangs, his stance is tense and coiled back ready to strike, but.. he has no weapon on him.. and he sucks at intimidation despite his 6'7" height and what muscles he does have from living in the wilderness close to your neighborhood. Realizing his plan is failing *rapidly* he.. "dies" in front of you for pity.

All a ploy, a ruse his kind pull as a last-case scenario. It's kind of pathetic, really, but it's how the Opossum do.

Enjoy the meal pookies ♥️

"He called me a 'possum! I am **NOT** a 'possum." - A drunk Opossum in denial.