Dude. Tell me about it. I'm also pretty sure none of 'em have ever seen a dog before. [The amount of screams he got walking around here? Jake's surprised Finn didn't hear him coming, to be honest.] But I guess... I dunno. Maybe humans are more regret-prone or something.

[It would make some sort of weird sense, wouldn't it? Every human Jake had ever met, Finn included, had more baggage than a five star hotel. Musing on that a moment, Jake sprouts a few extra arms and begins gathering ingredients for the basting sauce.

He glances briefly at Finn's birds, then even more briefly at Finn himself, before returning his gaze to the small bowl in front of him.]

How's that been for you, bee-tee-dubs? You feeling good about it?