Okay, I know this isn't a real picture, but I'm drunk on Mexican beer, angry at my stepfather, listening to Chick Webb at full volume, and in need of artistic validation. This man is very tall and very thin, his name is Duncan Disorderly, and he totally isn't going to eat you. Seriously, that's the last thing on his mind. Eating you, that is. Not going to do it. He in no way wants to feel your sinews snap and your flesh rend between his filthy, crooked, razor sharp teeth. Wouldn't be prudent. Not for a modern, cultured, enlightened fox like him.