"Excuse me," comes the voice of a highly-irritated (man?), slamming a fist down on the counter. A tail, covered in white fur, twitches agitatedly behind him. "I have a complaint. In fact, I have several, but for starters I think I'll start with the primary, that being: why in the name of Ramuh's saggy left-"
He pauses, clears his throat, tries to compose himself. "I am merely curious as to why, exactly, this gentleman is allowed to have that mechanical eyesore welded to his arm and yet not one of you people seems to recall where any of my effects have gone!"