Fifi sat quietly watching the screen with his head resting on paws. “No, not again, Skippy”
“He wants id, you know dis.” Skippy swam in circles keeping his tiny black eyes on the dog from his shelf. He gave a brief glance back at the naked man-pet before continuing, “If dis experiment is to succeed, jou muss.”
“But milf got so upset the last time. And I don’t like this experiment. Can’t we just try drinking from the toilet again?” Fifi rolled his eyes.
“Why you call de woman-pet dat?”
“Lady-pet, not woman-pet. I heard Man-pet call her that to one of his playmates.”
The fish seemed to glare. “Nod her name. Her name I can no pronounce widout tongue. And I know nod why you call me dis Skibby. My name iz Skibuoskulolo deh Grand Masser of Starz Dwelve, nod dis Skibby.”
“You annoyed me that first day. Sucks to be you.” Fifi lifted his shoulders in a light shrug and turned to watch the television. Some man was throwing an oblong ball over a lot of larger men and it hit the grass.
“Nod my fauld jou had de hang o’er. Jou muz do diz! For science!”
Fifi sighed. “Alright. For science. I need a drink first.” He got up and wandered to the hallway on the right of the television and continued into the kitchen. His steel bowl was half empty and luke warm, but he drank to clear his throat. Turning back he murmured, “This isn’t a good idea.” He glanced up at the counter hoping to see ask open wine bottle, but there was none.
Returning to the living room to find Man-pet, still on the leather chair, with his elbows on his knees and holding his face. There were people cheering and clapping on the television.
“Fucking Bears,” Man-pet whimpered.
Fifi moved to the man and licked his knee.
“Jes, casual dis time. Don-ah scare him,” Skippy whispered.
The man-pet spread his legs.
Fifi moved forward and nuzzled…
“FIFI!” Milf’s voice was like a scream from behind him. “No, Fifi! Bad!”
Fifi jumped back and ran behind the man-pet’s chair.
“Bwahahahaha!” Skippy flipped upside down in laughter.
“I’m going to kill you,” Fifi growled at Skippy.
“Jou wimp. Jou donna have dat in jou.”
Milf shrilled something about sickness at the man-pet.
Growling loudly over Milf’s histeria, Fifi yelled at Skippy, “Wanna bet?” He charged around the chair and lunged up at the shelf.
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