[He is the most beautiful beast in all of creation and you punks better motherfudging respect that]

[Still, Darkleer is quite interested in who this lady is of theirs, so he slips out to stand alongside Arty.]

You know, you boys have been making Arty quite stressed with these messes. He hasn't had any time to relax, and his udder has been getting very sore. I think you owe him a pleasant milking, since he hasn't had time to do it himself.

[Armed with some nice big jars, he opens the cage so Arty can slip inside. Try and escape, he dares you mothermooers]