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 | So. Farewell then T. Emery Lolsworth's dog | |
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| Arf arf BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK SOMEONE IS AT THE DOOR BARK That was your catchphrase. | |
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| HOWL WHINE WHINE WHINE HOWL OH NOES I HAVE BEEN ABANDONED WHIIIINE. That was another. You ate more or less anything but strangely that did not cause your death | |
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| No, your death was caused by being fifteen years old, dude! If there was really anything in that 7:1 dog years ratio thing you'd have been a hundred and five. No wonder you couldn't walk, hear or see properly any more | |
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| Anyway I expect you are currently running around in circles killing squirrels dead and getting fussed by seraphim in doggy heaven right now | |
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| In doggy heaven there are no trees for the squirrels to run up. And it doesn't matter what you do after you catch one. You just kill another one dead until it's time to eat. | |
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