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"I'm not going out with you like that."
"Why not?"
Valentino looked at him like he was stupid, because he was, "You're carrying a 120 pound shark like a purse dog."
Vox pouted, "He gets jealous of Queef, don't ruin his dreams."
"Put him on a leash like a normal person."
"Don't listen to that nasty ol' pimp, you're the most precious little purse puppy there is." Vox cooed, scratching his pet under the chin.
Vark wriggled with delight at the attention, and the extra movement was too much for the modified bag. It split in two, depositing the creature none too gently on the floor.
Vox patted his head sadly, "Back to the drawing board bud."