[He doesn't mean it in an emo way, excuse you very much, new bestie. Where's the fun killing an already dead guy? Who's died again? Oh - well, that woman had spoken to the Network and...might not matter. Some friends were like that, but hey. Worth a try.]

Her original owner called her Little Fluffy Shithead. I've, uh, been calling her Princess. She answers to both. [Indeed, an ear has twitched at both names. She recognizes that she is a topic. As it should be, really, what a grand doggie she is. A good distraction from the eventual admission, eyes stuck on Princess Shithead...] Doctor Hannibal Lecter. Can't really miss him. He stands out.

[he ain't got no eyebrows lt dan]