The good doctor said, "frowny face emotican," and turned the corners of his mouth down. "Puppies don't have anything on cheetahs. Why oh why didn't I create tartahs? I'm such a failure!" A buzzing noise came from the seat and somehow, no one could be actually certain as to how, he fell onto the floor. The doctor wriggled around bemoaning, "The pain of it all, the pain of it all."
Harry Jr. tumbled towards him. The puppy licked his finger and then took a bite with the puppy razor sharp teeth. The grown man cried.
~Raging and quivering female mass of hormones and tosser of Dark Side Cookies™ (trade marked by Etoile)