Ethan: Are you still on there? You can’t stay on the computer like this. It’s unhealthy. Go do something constructive.
Simon: Just a minute dad, this girl is asking for pictures of dogs. I think she’s legit! I wonder if she has connections to Dogue…
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Simon: It was a dark October night. The house was closing in upon me. I could hear from my cage as the murder was happening. I closed in on my suspect, using only my keen, canine senses.
He was a wiry man. Eyes filled with evil. Not very attractive. But he couldn’t help it. He was crazy after all. He’s spotted me. Locked in my cage. He was closing in on me.
My time had come. On this October night. Blood soaked everything. I could practically hear the sizzle as the flesh cooked from his latest victim. Would I be saved?
Ethan: Simon? Simon? What are you doing? Are you ok?
Simon: Hey dad. Can I help make hamburgers? I’m hungry.
Ethan: I don’t think I should let you watch Hannibal anymore…
Simon: Bad news dad,your polls don’t look so good. We haven’t went to see mom in forever.
Ethan: Ok. We will tonight. Let’s take a picture.
Simon: You mean, like, for Dogue. I thought you had forgot.
Ethan: No. for mom.
Simon : I feel a cover shoot coming on. Fall Issue. Say it with me dad.
Simon: I would like to thank my fans, the veterinarian society,all the food trucks and nachos.
Ethan: For mom. Send one to mom.
Simon: Mom.mom. I don’t know this person. I’m too famous now.
Ethan: are you tired? What have you done today?
Simon: Napped mostly. I also ate a snack.
