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[wheelsy_sheriff]

There is a startled trilling sound coming from a booth. A booth Bill Pardy had settled in just a few minutes before. 

That startled trilling turns into a angry chortle and a crazed raccoon jumps up from the booth onto the table. 

Crazed, not rabid. It is probably safe to say the raccoon is quite mad though, what with the gestures and growls that would be curses if Bill were able to speak English in this form.