[Nigel is returning to the jungle area with some food he liberated and also a bag filled with his vending machine swag, when he hears these scared whines (and hisses?) - with the B.R.A.S.S. still wrapped around him, he charges over with an angry BWAAAAAARMMMMMM coming from the instrument.]
HANDS OFF MY FRIENDS, YOU CUT-RATE CANNIBAL CUTOUTS.
SAVE THE DOGS
HANDS OFF MY FRIENDS, YOU CUT-RATE CANNIBAL CUTOUTS.