Quick Jeeves, make me a word

I was walking my dog last night when I ran into my neighbour doing the same thing. Very nice fella. Has a smile that competes with the xenon lights on his Bayerische Motoren Werke. Our conversation usually begins with sports, and drifts towards dog training, diet, dog this, dog that. Yesterday, our man summarizes a story with "...from humantality to animality." Now, I am easily amused by such creativity, but did I dare express myself in front of him? Well, I did not. Mainly because I love my life for the most part, and he happens to be a professional football player. I didn't want 220lbs of pure muscle coming at me. Even if the reflexes I developed in high school as a ping pong player kicked in (yeah baby, I was an athlete too :-D)...and even if I'd managed to dodge him, his second line of offense would've had me for an post-dinner snack. Yes, like all his other NFL buddies, his contract needs him to own a pitbull! Discretion is the better part of valour, I explained to my dog on the way home. He wagged in agreement.