Is that a dog? Tell me it’s a dog.
Nah! Take a closer look. It’s not a bitch.
I said it’s a dog, not a bitch.
To think that you attended primary school. Bitches are dogs, but not all dogs are bitches.
It’s a dog, right?
Come on, look carefully. It’s a cat, for Pete’s sake!
You are lying.
No, I’m not!
Alright, here’s the deal. If I can prove that that is a cat, we’ll eat out tonight.
You know I don’t like eating out.
I know what you don’t like! Is it a deal?
OK! But if that animal is a dog, I’ll blow you tonight.
That’s ghastly! How could you even think of that?
What are you doing?
I’m barking. If that’s a dog, it’ll come to us. Arrrrr……argf…argf…argf…ARGF!
It’s not coming.
That’s because it is not a dog. It’s a cat! Let me show you. Meee……meow…meow…meow…MEOW!
So you are pretending to be a cat.
I’m not pretending. I’m just mimicking a cat call. Meee……meow…meow…meow…MEOW!
It’s not coming either.
Hey, look at that! It’s jumping! And it’s…
…flying! I can’t believe this! It’s actually flying!
I don’t mean to be rude, Mr Setag, but I think you’ve got it wrong here. I think that’s a bird!
You know what. I have to agree with you, Mr Setag. It indeed is a bird.
It’s a good thing, isn’t it? Can’t imagine I have to go eating from the trash in the next street. You know I prefer feeding from the rubbish here in our home base.
Yeah. I can’t imagine you blowing my hair straight. You need a hairdryer to do that. And you know I like my messy hair. Like my idol Bob Marley.
Mr Setag laughed. And he laughed again.
From a distance, Dr Willknow finished writing his last sentence after watching Mr Setag for the last half an hour. He was satisfied with the progress his patient had made since his release from the asylum. He picked up his briefcase and walked away from the garbage dump.