The uppercut is dulled, a little, by the cushioning his fluffy hood provides... but not by much. Especially since Gary is bigger than him and all. It throbs beneath the fabric, the place where Gary's fist connected, and it will likely leave a bruise later. Kenny lets out a muffled noise of pain, his foot automatically kicking out toward the guy's shin.

The longer this goes on, the more angry he feels-- the pain only compounds it. Rearing back, Kenny yanks down the bottom portion of his hood and proceeds to fling himself into Gary's direction again, half-leaping at him. The little tyke makes a grab for his forearm this time, fully intent on chomping through the damn thing. Costume, skin and all.