[Admittedly, it wasn't a not normal scenario the guy described. Flesh-hungry creatures made bad mouth noises all over Ooo. But Jake was already coming down from the adrenaline of their little scream-bark-bark song n' dance and this guy was offering to make him mac and cheese, so.

He could save being a pedantic know-it-all for another time. Now? Now was the time to be an unapologetic show-off.]

Big imagination you got, buddy. Where do you think I'd be keeping all that mess, anyway? I'm a little dog.

[And Jake was a little dog. Emphasis on 'was'. In the space of a moment, Jake starts to grow. Parts rearrange, his face twists, and before too long that little dog is replaced by what could only be described as some sort of hideous amalgam of spikes and a wide toothy maw. When the new creature speaks, he sounds completely unchanged.]

Like, if I looked like this, maybe you'd have a point.