At some point, you got to stand up and be a man. Or something.

These greyhounds that need their Winnie the Pooh. I don’t know who Winnie the Pooh is. Is he anything like Shnockle here? Well, tough luck. I’ve got Shnockle and I’m not giving him up.

What do they call you? Skippy? I knew a Skippy once. Except her name was Molly. She stole things. Like Shnockle. It was okay though. She didn’t go anywhere. I always got Shnockle back.

Molly’s gone now. I’m keeping Shnockle for her. She’ll want to steal him again. Why Shnockle can’t go anywhere.

What were we talking about. Pooh? Never heard of him. I’m sleepy now. Okay?

Damn. Shnockle’s going after Mommy’s chocolates again. Molly will be so pissed.

Damn, damn, damn.