[Still holding the daikon, he lightly thumped it in the palm of one hand. Not trying to be threatening- he's a foot and a half tall and he's orange, how threatening could he be? -just more of a thoughtful, idle action.]

Yeah, I don't think I've met a single person who knows what a Fraggle is. Not that I really expect them too, I guess. Not even Doc back home knew, and he lived right outside Fraggle Rock.

[He paused.]

Of course, he couldn't really see us, apparently...