[At first it seems like all is right in the world. Martini doesn't have to beg for help she won't get, Bandit wants to play again, everything is back to the way it should be. But when the licking stops, she realizes...it wasn't bad. It felt...good? Like the pets she's still not used to getting.

Where was the tackling and biting? What do you mean there are other forms of contact that don't cause bruising?? Martini stops and...sits down for a second. Her whole world has been turned upside down, she needs a breather.]

If I had to guess, people who live on a planet where dogs come freshly installed with knives built in.

[But Jack brings up a great point, no one wants to risk losing their pants.]

Hey, why stop there? Y'know what'd look really bad ass? Leather jacket, baby.