“Bastard!” I said. He whipped his head around to look at me.
Bitch doesn’t like it when Skitter orders her doggos around, but this is kind of a special circumstance.
Here’s hoping that Bitch trained him well.
Yeeeeah… I’m not sure.
She hasn’t had him all that long, for one thing.
“Get your master! Go! Fetch!” I pointed at Bitch.
Bastard turned, started forward, and then stopped.
“Uh. Should I be taking orders from her?”
“Go! Fetch, fetch!”
He bolted. Mannequin continued walking slowly towards us. He didn’t move as Bastard approached and picked Bitch up by the back of her pants.
“Yeah, that’s fine, you can have her.”
It would be so easy for him to simply shoot Bastard and slow him down long enough for the gas to take effect. He didn’t.
I guess he doesn’t particularly care about the dogs.
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