William turns away towards the shed to retrieve the guitar and leaves the dog unconscious in the dirt. Paul, unable to get free from the twins’ grasp, yells, “SNICKERS!”
William turns back briefly to face Paul, “Sorry Kid. These things happen when you join the wrong side.”
Angered, Paul snaps back, “What would you know?! The British have killed my friends and-“
William quickly interrupts, “I’m not interested in your story.”
Meanwhile, Benedict starts poking Snickerdoodle’s lifeless body with a stick he found nearby. He hovers over the dog joking, “Geez, Willie. I think you killed it.”
Annoyed, Willie replies, “Call me ‘Willie’ again and I’ll kill you too.”
“Willie! Temper!,” Benedict quips.
Awoken by the bickering, Snickerdoodle leaps up and bites down hard on Benedict’s left band. In a panic, he lifts the dog up while she’s still attached to his hand and waves her about. He screams, “HEY!”
7 thoughts on “Page 8”
fel13
YAY! Kill em Snickers!
poking dead things with sticks: american child pastime since 1776
Lianne
GO TEATS!
Huzzah for 2x a week!
Tina
TEAM TEATS! RAH!
Jesus
payback time suka!!!
SGYDK
I love hypocritical humor. almost as much as I love puns. :D
Jack Cayless
Awesome, two times a week! With an attitude like that, I can see why Willie wears a skull and crossbones.
Bridget
Ahaha, sick ’em, dog! Super pleased that Snickers is not dead.