"That's an interesting question, Nick. I don't think we'll be going anywhere, at least, not anytime soon. You, for one, go zap soon, so let's worry about that first, shall we?"

"I'm not worried about it."

"Don't you dare lie to me, Nicholas! That's bull, and both of us know it! You are scared, Mister 'Never-Let-Them-See-That-They-Get-To-You,' you just don't want to show it, and I have a pretty good idea as to why."

"Then do tell, Judy," I spat. Please. Just try and tell me what I'm thinking, why don't you?"

"Fine, I will. First, there was a fox."

"Well, as you can see, I'm not a rabbit. Get on with it, Fluff."

"That fox had gone through hell and back before one overly-energetic bunny hopped her way on into his life. He thought she was so stupid- how could a bunny be a cop? Hah! But when she tricked him into coming along with her? He was impressed."

"Am I really that easy to read, Judy?"

"Having so many siblings makes it easy."

"You have a point there…"

"To continue, that fox went on to serve in the ZPD, great, right?"

"Yes, Judy, absolutely. Except you're missing a few things, so let me finish up, okay?"

"Whatever…"

"Do you know why I'm such a cynic? Do you really? No, well, let me tell you. I told you that the Junior Ranger Scouts muzzled me, but what I didn't tell you was that they put a shock collar- exactly like this one- on me as well."

"Oh, Nick…"

"Yeah, well, I was so upset by the muzzling that I couldn't stop sobbing, and you know how these things react to emotion. Anyways, there's a reason that an electric chair scares me, and it's beyond the fact that they're deadly. It's the shock part of it. That collar malfunctioned, and it shocked me so badly that it seared my fur off and put me in the Intensive Care Unit at Zootopia General for three weeks.

To top things off, the only reason I lived was my mom. I didn't come home on time that night, so she went looking for me. She found me in a bloody heap, unconscious, by the side of those stairs. I lost half my blood, and those three weeks in the ICU were enough to make me flunk third grade. I was so angry- I quit school then and there, and let me tell you, they were more than happy to get rid of me.

Even forty-plus years after the collar laws were repealed, anti-predator sentiments were at during-collar highs, and teachers hated having predators in their classes, so, albeit illegal, teachers would do anything they could to get predators out of their classes, be it giving them so much work that they couldn't keep up, or just outright flunking them. Only three percent of predators graduated each year, and only forty percent moved on to the next grade.

Anyways, my teacher was a combination of the two- when I was in the hospital, he never sent any work to me, so when I got back, there was a stack of work to do that was taller than I was. Being a predator and a fox, my teacher, who was a mouse, told me that there was no way on Earth that I could ever do it all, and he gave me an automatic F in all my classes."

"Nick, how did you deal with that?" I started sobbing. "H-How did you…?"

"I didn't, Judy. As I said, I quit then and there. Con artist Nick was born, and I think you can figure out the rest. That enough history for one day, Judy?"

"More than, Nick, more than enough for several lifetimes. Now to stop it all, and I hope we won't be too late."

"What do you mean by that, Judy?"

"Let's get you out of here."