Me: do you want to go out?
Dogs: YES
Me: are you sure?
Dogs: YES MOST SURE
Me: ok
Me: [opens door]
Dogs: [go out]
Me: [closes door]
Dogs:
Dogs:
Dogs: WAIT WAT HAVE U DONE TO US WE DID NOT ASK FOR THIS
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Me: Violently.
Interviewer:
Me:
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“Sir this is a Wendy’s”
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*buttons pop off*
*shirt seams tear*
Too bad the workmanship is so shoddy.
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Me: …..
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Me: No but you’re now just two more inane questions away from being buried in the garden.
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Doctor who?
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A) No
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