"Call me puppy. Say I'm your puppy."
"I'm not really into role-playing-"
"Come on, just do it!"
"Alright, alright. You're my puppy, my good boy."
Argh, why am I so itchy all of a sudden? And my mouth feels weird, like I'm pouting and... Is that - is that my nose? Why is my nose black?
"Babe, my nose ifsh... Mry treefth freel weird..."
Oh my god, what is going on? My hands! They look like paws.
"Brafe, wrou need troo... Woof woof. Woof!"
Babe, get off me! I can't - you're too big and...
"Shh, it's ok cutey. Just relax. You're a good puppy, a good boy, aren't you?
What? No, I'm not a dog. That was just... Oh, I can't... I can't think straight. Babe, I'm not a dog. Please, help me. I'm not a dog... a dog... a puppy... I am...
I am a puppy. A good puppy. Will you play with me?
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