Shit, now you've gotten its attention. No way it's gonna leave you alone now.

[The commentary is coming from an irate-looking nutcracker standing behind him with her arms crossed, wearing far too little clothing— underwear? There's no way it's seasonally appropriate, either way.

She sighs heavily, tilting her chin upwards as she nods towards the creature in question.]

These things are real pests. Some kind of stupid candy slug.

[She's not entirely wrong on that one, but... not quite right, either.]