That porcupine does not have mirror neurons, lady, I don't care what noises it makes.

I like the very end:
*Porcupine is eating*
"Good boy"

PORCUPINEgory will not reach it's apotheosis until TeddyBear is sick of this woman's nannying babble and gnaws through her carotid. Then things are going to become porcupinegory indeed.

It's a Crite! Send in the bounty hunters.

LEAVE ME ALONE BITCH! I'M EATING CORN!

Five for evil.

Lady, that's a wild animal that needs to be in its natural habitat and not be surrounded by christmas presents eating the most selectively bred, unnatural grain ever created by man.