[What is it with this guy and big black dogs? Well anyway, that's what hit him, in a fit of enthusiasm after having snapped his leash again. He looks a bit like a Newfoundland, but even bigger and jowlier. He pants happily as he stands over Dick, then squeaks the giant squeakyball in his jaws and play-bows.]
Dammit Fozzie! You know not to jump up! [Here comes a late-teens girl in black jeans and a red tanktop, holding the other end of the snapped leash. She skids to a stop and peers down at him.]
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Dammit Fozzie! You know not to jump up! [Here comes a late-teens girl in black jeans and a red tanktop, holding the other end of the snapped leash. She skids to a stop and peers down at him.]
Hey, I'm really sorry. You OK?
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What've you been feeding that thing?!
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[Fozzie orrrs and dances in place a little bit, seeming (despite his size) about as deadly as your average hamster.