Aw, dang it, Haggis, don't go gettin' all weepy on us. I hates to see a grown dog cry. 'Specially when he ain't wearin' no pants. Makes me wanna diaper him.
What in the hell, wicked!
*imagines Haggis in a diaper*
*twitches and stumbles back out the door*
Are you sure? You know what happened to ya on the 4th of July.
Is it battery powered?
I'm trying to use what's left of my cells to summon the infinite powers of the mighty one that we might have.....juice.
*points out the door to the cactus patch*
There you go. All the juice you can squeeze.
*hands Tiz a pair of pliers and a glass pitcher*