The year is 2132

Death: Who is a good skunk? You are! Yes you are!
Death: You need your belly rubbed! You need your head rubbed! You need-
Death: Ouch!
Death: You know you’re not supposed to bite, Scythee!

Kenny: No she doesn’t.

(The skunk is sniffing her finger and is likely to bite that, too. Thankfully her left arm is robotic & she wouldn’t feel the bite. Um, does this info go into the subtitles?)