[Happy as a... well, a big fluffy dog being chased, Cujo goes gallumphing off through the snow, tail flagged high. THIS IS HIS FAVORITE GAME YOU GUYS!!!!!]
[Heather just... groans. Both at the Growlithe and also at the fact that more of them are crowding the patio.]
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[Heather just... groans. Both at the Growlithe and also at the fact that more of them are crowding the patio.]
Jesus christ almighty.
How many did you guys make?!