Cougar shakes his head, trying to figure out how to explain what had been described to him. He shuffles to the edge of the room and sits there with his legs hanging over, seemingly uncaring about how far down it would be to fall. With his hands, he makes a large shape with both hands that shrinks down into a fist, singular.

"Takes everything," he says. "Sucks it up to nothing. Little dot," he says, that fist now a pinch. "Would take your monster, make it a lizard." Seems like a good solution to him, but he can't argue with the benefit of going to punch something. He raises a brow, though, sizing up Raleigh. "Giant robot?" he echoes, wondering if his English is failing him or if he'd really heard that right.