Me, Sue, Sam, Paisley.
Paisley is the smart one.
Q*bert and Galaga have left the building and made way for the one-pound majesty of a creature who thrives on dried pineapple and potato chips. Paisley has all the characteristics of a puppy but is box trained (mostly) and is clearly more intelligent. She is curious in the extreme and eager to wrestle with me, despite my substancial weight advantage and color vision.
Also, my species has nuclear weapons.
Still she bites.
She can't even break the skin.
It's tragically comic to be attacked by such a lovable little monster.
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