Conversations With Bud

Me: Hey! It's late. C'mon back here.
Bud: Sorry, Human. Things to do. Places to go. Cigars to smoke...
Me: ...And you'll come back stinky, hungover and in debt.
Bud: Qué será, será...
Me: Cut that out! You're not going ANYWHERE.
Bud: I beg to differ. The siren call of the evening whispers my name.
Me: The only siren you'll hear is from the call I make to 911 when you turn up missing again.
Bud: sigh I am a creature of the night...
Me: THAT'S IT??
Bud: One last question: Does my butt look too big in this tail?