Post by madddogg on Jul 5, 2009 14:27:14 GMT -5
All that can be heard is whistling.
Logan: Come'ere Madd Dogg. Come'ere. That's a good boudle.
As the camera comes on, we see Madd Dogg running on all fours, mask pulled up with a stick in his mouth. He drops it at Logan's feet, and sits on his hind...quarters, panting, tongue out. Logan picks up the stick and teases him.
Logan: You want this? You do? You don't? Shut up.
Dogg: (monotone) Woof. Woof.
Logan: Go get it, you little retard.
He chucks the stick as far as he can. Wordlessly, Madd Dogg turns and chases it.
Logan: I'm not hearing actual dog noises.
Dogg: Woof. Woof. Pant. Woof. Pant pant. Woof.
As Dogg runs out of sight to find the stick, Lackey comes up.
Lackey: What're you doing?
Logan: Oh, just playing with my new toy.
Dogg comes rushing back, still on all fours, dropping the stick once more at Logan's feet. Once more he regards him with a cocked head, exaggeratedly panting. Logan picks up the stick and pretends to throw it. Dogg notices the deception but decides to play along running a few feet before stopping and looking left and right rapidly, pretending to look for the stick.
Lackey: Sweet Jesus, you're actually treating him like a dog? Making him play fetch?
Logan: His name IS Madd Dogg.
Lackey: Logan, this is a terrible idea. You heard the doctor...
Logan: I asked for your advice? Your opinion? I did? I didn't? Shut up. Of course I heard the doctor. But I have a pet, and I'm going to play with him.
Lackey: And he's remembering this. All of it. And sooner or later, when he heals...
Logan: IF he heals.
Lackey: Sigh. If he heals, he's going to be pissed off like never before about being forced to pretend he's a dog...about playing fetch and woofing. Nothing good can come of this.
Logan: Except knowing that I made him play fetch. And act like a Dogg.
Lackey: Yea. Good point. Tell me how that feels when he hangs you by your intestines.
Logan: Relax no named boudle. Remember the saying "Good things come to good people"?
Lackey: Yea. But how does that apply? You're a terrible human being. You're playing with another man like he's a dog. Making him your slave.
Logan: Yea, but he's a worse person. He's getting what he deserves.
Lackey: And he's going to accept that as a good reason for you doing this?
Ignoring him, Logan whistles and pulls the stick from behind his back. Dogg runs back...wagging...his behind in mock excitement. Logan teases him with the stick before tossing it away.
Lackey: You're even making him wag his butt?
Logan: Accuracy boudle. Gotta have accuracy.
Lackey: We're...I....He....You had better pray to whatever God you believe in that he NEVER, and I do mean NEVER gets better.
Logan: I've already made that prayer. And the Treachery God has heard it.
Lackey: The treachery God?
Logan: Me.
Lackey: Wait. You pray to yourself?
Logan: And I always hear my prayers.
Lackey: I...That's...It...Where the hell do I even start with that?
Logan: You can offer a prayer too. There's always room in the church of Treachery.
Lackery: Unbelievable.
As Dogg runs back, a little girl comes up.
Girl: What an odd looking dog.
An evil smile comes across Logan's face. He glances sideways at Lackey.
Lackey: Nooooo. Don't do it.
Logan: Would you like to pet him little girl?
Girl: (shrugs) I guess.
Lackey: Dude, he hates children.
Logan: I know. Isn't it great?
She begins petting Dogg, scratching him behind the ear. Despite doing the typical dog thing of leaning into her hand...his eye begins to noticibly twitch.
Logan: And what would a good Doggie do when he's being petted?
Dogg rolls over on his back, allowing the girl to scratch his tummy.
Lackey: Dude. Oh, god. We're both going to die so bad for this.
Camera fades to black...
Logan: Come'ere Madd Dogg. Come'ere. That's a good boudle.
As the camera comes on, we see Madd Dogg running on all fours, mask pulled up with a stick in his mouth. He drops it at Logan's feet, and sits on his hind...quarters, panting, tongue out. Logan picks up the stick and teases him.
Logan: You want this? You do? You don't? Shut up.
Dogg: (monotone) Woof. Woof.
Logan: Go get it, you little retard.
He chucks the stick as far as he can. Wordlessly, Madd Dogg turns and chases it.
Logan: I'm not hearing actual dog noises.
Dogg: Woof. Woof. Pant. Woof. Pant pant. Woof.
As Dogg runs out of sight to find the stick, Lackey comes up.
Lackey: What're you doing?
Logan: Oh, just playing with my new toy.
Dogg comes rushing back, still on all fours, dropping the stick once more at Logan's feet. Once more he regards him with a cocked head, exaggeratedly panting. Logan picks up the stick and pretends to throw it. Dogg notices the deception but decides to play along running a few feet before stopping and looking left and right rapidly, pretending to look for the stick.
Lackey: Sweet Jesus, you're actually treating him like a dog? Making him play fetch?
Logan: His name IS Madd Dogg.
Lackey: Logan, this is a terrible idea. You heard the doctor...
Logan: I asked for your advice? Your opinion? I did? I didn't? Shut up. Of course I heard the doctor. But I have a pet, and I'm going to play with him.
Lackey: And he's remembering this. All of it. And sooner or later, when he heals...
Logan: IF he heals.
Lackey: Sigh. If he heals, he's going to be pissed off like never before about being forced to pretend he's a dog...about playing fetch and woofing. Nothing good can come of this.
Logan: Except knowing that I made him play fetch. And act like a Dogg.
Lackey: Yea. Good point. Tell me how that feels when he hangs you by your intestines.
Logan: Relax no named boudle. Remember the saying "Good things come to good people"?
Lackey: Yea. But how does that apply? You're a terrible human being. You're playing with another man like he's a dog. Making him your slave.
Logan: Yea, but he's a worse person. He's getting what he deserves.
Lackey: And he's going to accept that as a good reason for you doing this?
Ignoring him, Logan whistles and pulls the stick from behind his back. Dogg runs back...wagging...his behind in mock excitement. Logan teases him with the stick before tossing it away.
Lackey: You're even making him wag his butt?
Logan: Accuracy boudle. Gotta have accuracy.
Lackey: We're...I....He....You had better pray to whatever God you believe in that he NEVER, and I do mean NEVER gets better.
Logan: I've already made that prayer. And the Treachery God has heard it.
Lackey: The treachery God?
Logan: Me.
Lackey: Wait. You pray to yourself?
Logan: And I always hear my prayers.
Lackey: I...That's...It...Where the hell do I even start with that?
Logan: You can offer a prayer too. There's always room in the church of Treachery.
Lackery: Unbelievable.
As Dogg runs back, a little girl comes up.
Girl: What an odd looking dog.
An evil smile comes across Logan's face. He glances sideways at Lackey.
Lackey: Nooooo. Don't do it.
Logan: Would you like to pet him little girl?
Girl: (shrugs) I guess.
Lackey: Dude, he hates children.
Logan: I know. Isn't it great?
She begins petting Dogg, scratching him behind the ear. Despite doing the typical dog thing of leaning into her hand...his eye begins to noticibly twitch.
Logan: And what would a good Doggie do when he's being petted?
Dogg rolls over on his back, allowing the girl to scratch his tummy.
Lackey: Dude. Oh, god. We're both going to die so bad for this.
Camera fades to black...
