Why...[he wails, holding up the spoon in front of him like it's a weapon. Still, terrified as he is, he's at least paying enough attention this time to realize that the dog in front of him has a striking resemblance to another talking dog he knows.
Also it's a talking dog which probably should have been enough of a hint all on its own.
Still cowering by the counter, he lowers the spoon just a little, enough to talk to her.]
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Also it's a talking dog which probably should have been enough of a hint all on its own.
Still cowering by the counter, he lowers the spoon just a little, enough to talk to her.]
Y-you...who are you?