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| East of Town |
His patience evidently exhausted, Nicki jumped out of the Jeep and stood by the side of the road.
"No!"
This was not the place for a romp. "Inside Nicki..."
<stance>
"C'mon Nicki, inside..."
<stare>
"Nicki! inside... now!"
<stance>
"Chewchip...."
<yeah sure>
"NICKI!!!"
<STARE>
I tried grabbing him by the collar. His hind legs dug into the asphalt.
I moved around and tried lifting him by the butt. His front patitos ploud into the asphalt.
<We shall ... we shall .... we shall not be moved>
"Okay, Nicki. I give up. We'll just stand here until hell freezes over."
<jump>
Clearly the whole point of this was the expression of sovereign will worthy of a dachshund.
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