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[badassdatadog]

[See hungry dog.

See hungry dog staring at a literal mountain of unopened dog food cans in front of him.

With no one around to help.

Don't you want to help? :(]

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[badassdatadog]

[YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. Can't you see he's starving?!

Well, if being cute and pathetic isn't working, he'll have to try a new strategy. Like... biting him on the ankle.]

[gottaknockhard]

Hey, ow!

[It actually doesn't hurt that much. Spike is a drama queen.]

...

Fine. One can, then I'm hawking the rest.

[badassdatadog]

[Can't say you didn't deserve it. Who withholds food from a dog, honestly? Only the most colossal of jackasses.

... Well. He's waiting. Produce the can already :|]

[gottaknockhard]

[He pops he tab and peels back the lid, then practically drops it on the floor.

Taking orders from a dog, now. Don't you dare tell anyone.]

[badassdatadog]

[Oh, never fear. Your secret is always safe with Ein.

And speaking of Ein, that'll be him, making a beeline for that can before Spike has an opportunity to change his mind. You know how hungry dogs get around food. Srs business.]

[gottaknockhard]

[And yet Spike is still hungry. This sucks.]

Help yourself.

[badassdatadog]

[Life's just not fair, is it?

... But you can live with the satisfaction that you just made a cute little corgi's day, right? Look how happy he is, gobbling that can of food down like it's going out of style :3]

[gottaknockhard]

[That just makes him jealous, actually. His stomach groans right on cue.

Mildly wondering what dog food tastes like... Maybe he should ask Faye.]

[badassdatadog]

[Of course, one measly little can of dog food isn't going to last Ein very long. He'll naturally be looking for more. They haven't had much to eat in about three days, after all.

So, when that can is all polished off? He'll be riiiight back over at your feet, Spike. With that same look. Totally begging again.]

[gottaknockhard]

[Wow that didn't get old about ten minutes ago. Spike has another can in his hands and steps over the furball to find a comfortable spot to sit and ignore his existence.

...and read the ingredients in these things. Do they have real meat in them?]

[badassdatadog]

[Too bad, so sad. Because you are now being followed.

And not left alone.

Ever.

It isn't long before he's found a spot on the floor in front of Spike. He'll make camp there. As long as it takes.]

[gottaknockhard]

[He sees him there. And now he's being forced to double his efforts of ignoring him.

Shoving the can behind a couch pillow, he lies down and shuts his eyes. It's an old technique of his to sleep through his hunger pangs. He's hoping the dog will take the hint.]