You and I were taking a tour of a Chinese bakery. All was well through the almond cookies and dried-out spice cakes. Suddenly one of the tour guides noticed that I was a dog, and started talking excitedly to his friends. You recognized the phrase from a game and translated it as "Get big knife for little dog." You spotted a back room and hid me while I slid behind the door. When the knife-wielding dog killers went outside to look for me, I cried root-rah-roo to call you. In the back room were a dozen people, all prisoners, all writing nonsensical fortunes and stuffing them into fortune cookies. Womzilla, that day you saved your puggle nephew and a dozen men and women who speak your name with awe.
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Date: 2004-04-28 01:56 pm (UTC)Womzilla, that day you saved your puggle nephew and a dozen men and women who speak your name with awe.