The bun has taken up fake coughing as a vocation. He sounds exactly like a southern belle who's got a touch of the vapors. "Kaff-kaff," he says. "Kaff-Kaff. Oh, don't mind me, I'm just a little under the weather. No, really, you don't need to worry." Although this is better than the fake wheezing that set my teeth on edge for a week.