*Anomaly, SCP level, not yet registered, that kinda thing.*
"I do not feel comfortable among 'normal' society."
*So the SCP foundation hasn't contained them? Then how do they have a document about containing them?*
"Oh... cool. Um... Ever enjoy other demiplanes then? Like Aldagada?"
*SCP level, as in, has the capacity to be an SCP, but is not one yet. Sorry 'bout the confusion. Basically, the foundation has had a couple encounters with it so far, but has been unable to successfully contain or learn much about it, so they know about it, but hasn't been able to build any documents around it out of pure lack of knowledge. The most they have is: Talking dog, telekinetic abilities, very cunning (like a fox more than a dog). I hope that clears it up a bit.*
"I'm afraid I haven't been permitted to visit any more than Three Portlands, and an accidental encounter with 3008."
*Ah, got it. Sorry for not understanding*
"Mmm... I see. Which portland are you from?"
*It's alright, how should you completely understand before I explain in detail?*
"None. I am from Italy. Unless you're asking which one I entered from, then England."
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The salesman hides the now complete dog plushie, giving it a kiss on the head as he does.
He turns to the dog. "So, uh, what's your deal?"
The dog turns to him. "Oh, you. Whaddya mean?"
He seems phased. "Uh, I mean, what kind of toys do you like? I've got pets, books, games, even some dog toys if you're interested in those."
It tilts it's head. "Dog toys?"
The salesman's face lights up. "Ah, yes! I've got plenty of those. Well, not plenty, but close enough to plenty that the term still legally applies." He pulls a variety of seemingly random objects out of his case. He holds out what appears to be a tiny living room recliner, about the size of a watermelon. "You can chew it, sit on it, smash it, whatever you want! It regenerates! Just don't look under the cushion and you'll be fine! And if you don't like it, we've got quite a lineup of any kind of toys imaginable!"
"What's under the cushion? And exactly how many more do you have?"
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The salesman hides the now complete dog plushie, giving it a kiss on the head as he does.
He turns to the dog. "So, uh, what's your deal?"
The dog turns to him. "Oh, you. Whaddya mean?"
He seems phased. "Uh, I mean, what kind of toys do you like? I've got pets, books, games, even some dog toys if you're interested in those."
It tilts it's head. "Dog toys?"
The salesman's face lights up. "Ah, yes! I've got plenty of those. Well, not plenty, but close enough to plenty that the term still legally applies." He pulls a variety of seemingly random objects out of his case. He holds out what appears to be a tiny living room recliner, about the size of a watermelon. "You can chew it, sit on it, smash it, whatever you want! It regenerates! Just don't look under the cushion and you'll be fine! And if you don't like it, we've got quite a lineup of any kind of toys imaginable!"
"What's under the cushion? And exactly how many more do you have?"
"You really, really don't want to know, and seven, but I can order more."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The salesman hides the now complete dog plushie, giving it a kiss on the head as he does.
He turns to the dog. "So, uh, what's your deal?"
The dog turns to him. "Oh, you. Whaddya mean?"
He seems phased. "Uh, I mean, what kind of toys do you like? I've got pets, books, games, even some dog toys if you're interested in those."
It tilts it's head. "Dog toys?"
The salesman's face lights up. "Ah, yes! I've got plenty of those. Well, not plenty, but close enough to plenty that the term still legally applies." He pulls a variety of seemingly random objects out of his case. He holds out what appears to be a tiny living room recliner, about the size of a watermelon. "You can chew it, sit on it, smash it, whatever you want! It regenerates! Just don't look under the cushion and you'll be fine! And if you don't like it, we've got quite a lineup of any kind of toys imaginable!"
"What's under the cushion? And exactly how many more do you have?"
"You really, really don't want to know, and seven, but I can order more."
"Can I look over all of them? Also, I hope you're not expecting me to be able to buy, since I don't have money because, well, I'm a dog."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The salesman hides the now complete dog plushie, giving it a kiss on the head as he does.
He turns to the dog. "So, uh, what's your deal?"
The dog turns to him. "Oh, you. Whaddya mean?"
He seems phased. "Uh, I mean, what kind of toys do you like? I've got pets, books, games, even some dog toys if you're interested in those."
It tilts it's head. "Dog toys?"
The salesman's face lights up. "Ah, yes! I've got plenty of those. Well, not plenty, but close enough to plenty that the term still legally applies." He pulls a variety of seemingly random objects out of his case. He holds out what appears to be a tiny living room recliner, about the size of a watermelon. "You can chew it, sit on it, smash it, whatever you want! It regenerates! Just don't look under the cushion and you'll be fine! And if you don't like it, we've got quite a lineup of any kind of toys imaginable!"
"What's under the cushion? And exactly how many more do you have?"
"You really, really don't want to know, and seven, but I can order more."
"Can I look over all of them? Also, I hope you're not expecting me to be able to buy, since I don't have money because, well, I'm a dog."
"You can earn a toy by, say, allowing Wondertainment to use your likeness to make other toys. And of course, I'll let you purvey my products!"
He sets out six more slightly different chairs.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The salesman hides the now complete dog plushie, giving it a kiss on the head as he does.
He turns to the dog. "So, uh, what's your deal?"
The dog turns to him. "Oh, you. Whaddya mean?"
He seems phased. "Uh, I mean, what kind of toys do you like? I've got pets, books, games, even some dog toys if you're interested in those."
It tilts it's head. "Dog toys?"
The salesman's face lights up. "Ah, yes! I've got plenty of those. Well, not plenty, but close enough to plenty that the term still legally applies." He pulls a variety of seemingly random objects out of his case. He holds out what appears to be a tiny living room recliner, about the size of a watermelon. "You can chew it, sit on it, smash it, whatever you want! It regenerates! Just don't look under the cushion and you'll be fine! And if you don't like it, we've got quite a lineup of any kind of toys imaginable!"
"What's under the cushion? And exactly how many more do you have?"
"You really, really don't want to know, and seven, but I can order more."
"Can I look over all of them? Also, I hope you're not expecting me to be able to buy, since I don't have money because, well, I'm a dog."
"You can earn a toy by, say, allowing Wondertainment to use your likeness to make other toys. And of course, I'll let you purvey my products!"
He sets out six more slightly different chairs.
"You wanna make toys based offa me?" It sniffs over all the chairs. "Whew, these all got an anomalous smell on 'em. You sure they ain't dangerous?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The salesman hides the now complete dog plushie, giving it a kiss on the head as he does.
He turns to the dog. "So, uh, what's your deal?"
The dog turns to him. "Oh, you. Whaddya mean?"
He seems phased. "Uh, I mean, what kind of toys do you like? I've got pets, books, games, even some dog toys if you're interested in those."
It tilts it's head. "Dog toys?"
The salesman's face lights up. "Ah, yes! I've got plenty of those. Well, not plenty, but close enough to plenty that the term still legally applies." He pulls a variety of seemingly random objects out of his case. He holds out what appears to be a tiny living room recliner, about the size of a watermelon. "You can chew it, sit on it, smash it, whatever you want! It regenerates! Just don't look under the cushion and you'll be fine! And if you don't like it, we've got quite a lineup of any kind of toys imaginable!"
"What's under the cushion? And exactly how many more do you have?"
"You really, really don't want to know, and seven, but I can order more."
"Can I look over all of them? Also, I hope you're not expecting me to be able to buy, since I don't have money because, well, I'm a dog."
"You can earn a toy by, say, allowing Wondertainment to use your likeness to make other toys. And of course, I'll let you purvey my products!"
He sets out six more slightly different chairs.
"You wanna make toys based offa me?" It sniffs over all the chairs. "Whew, these all got an anomalous smell on 'em. You sure they ain't dangerous?"
"I am legally required to say that they are fine."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The salesman hides the now complete dog plushie, giving it a kiss on the head as he does.
He turns to the dog. "So, uh, what's your deal?"
The dog turns to him. "Oh, you. Whaddya mean?"
He seems phased. "Uh, I mean, what kind of toys do you like? I've got pets, books, games, even some dog toys if you're interested in those."
It tilts it's head. "Dog toys?"
The salesman's face lights up. "Ah, yes! I've got plenty of those. Well, not plenty, but close enough to plenty that the term still legally applies." He pulls a variety of seemingly random objects out of his case. He holds out what appears to be a tiny living room recliner, about the size of a watermelon. "You can chew it, sit on it, smash it, whatever you want! It regenerates! Just don't look under the cushion and you'll be fine! And if you don't like it, we've got quite a lineup of any kind of toys imaginable!"
"What's under the cushion? And exactly how many more do you have?"
"You really, really don't want to know, and seven, but I can order more."
"Can I look over all of them? Also, I hope you're not expecting me to be able to buy, since I don't have money because, well, I'm a dog."
"You can earn a toy by, say, allowing Wondertainment to use your likeness to make other toys. And of course, I'll let you purvey my products!"
He sets out six more slightly different chairs.
"You wanna make toys based offa me?" It sniffs over all the chairs. "Whew, these all got an anomalous smell on 'em. You sure they ain't dangerous?"
"I am legally required to say that they are fine."
"...Nevermind. What do they each do?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The salesman hides the now complete dog plushie, giving it a kiss on the head as he does.
He turns to the dog. "So, uh, what's your deal?"
The dog turns to him. "Oh, you. Whaddya mean?"
He seems phased. "Uh, I mean, what kind of toys do you like? I've got pets, books, games, even some dog toys if you're interested in those."
It tilts it's head. "Dog toys?"
The salesman's face lights up. "Ah, yes! I've got plenty of those. Well, not plenty, but close enough to plenty that the term still legally applies." He pulls a variety of seemingly random objects out of his case. He holds out what appears to be a tiny living room recliner, about the size of a watermelon. "You can chew it, sit on it, smash it, whatever you want! It regenerates! Just don't look under the cushion and you'll be fine! And if you don't like it, we've got quite a lineup of any kind of toys imaginable!"
"What's under the cushion? And exactly how many more do you have?"
"You really, really don't want to know, and seven, but I can order more."
"Can I look over all of them? Also, I hope you're not expecting me to be able to buy, since I don't have money because, well, I'm a dog."
"You can earn a toy by, say, allowing Wondertainment to use your likeness to make other toys. And of course, I'll let you purvey my products!"
He sets out six more slightly different chairs.
"You wanna make toys based offa me?" It sniffs over all the chairs. "Whew, these all got an anomalous smell on 'em. You sure they ain't dangerous?"
"I am legally required to say that they are fine."
"...Nevermind. What do they each do?"
"Well, they're all pretty much the same except for appearances. And where the portal between the cushion and the chair leads."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The salesman hides the now complete dog plushie, giving it a kiss on the head as he does.
He turns to the dog. "So, uh, what's your deal?"
The dog turns to him. "Oh, you. Whaddya mean?"
He seems phased. "Uh, I mean, what kind of toys do you like? I've got pets, books, games, even some dog toys if you're interested in those."
It tilts it's head. "Dog toys?"
The salesman's face lights up. "Ah, yes! I've got plenty of those. Well, not plenty, but close enough to plenty that the term still legally applies." He pulls a variety of seemingly random objects out of his case. He holds out what appears to be a tiny living room recliner, about the size of a watermelon. "You can chew it, sit on it, smash it, whatever you want! It regenerates! Just don't look under the cushion and you'll be fine! And if you don't like it, we've got quite a lineup of any kind of toys imaginable!"
"What's under the cushion? And exactly how many more do you have?"
"You really, really don't want to know, and seven, but I can order more."
"Can I look over all of them? Also, I hope you're not expecting me to be able to buy, since I don't have money because, well, I'm a dog."
"You can earn a toy by, say, allowing Wondertainment to use your likeness to make other toys. And of course, I'll let you purvey my products!"
He sets out six more slightly different chairs.
"You wanna make toys based offa me?" It sniffs over all the chairs. "Whew, these all got an anomalous smell on 'em. You sure they ain't dangerous?"
"I am legally required to say that they are fine."
"...Nevermind. What do they each do?"
"Well, they're all pretty much the same except for appearances. And where the portal between the cushion and the chair leads."
"Portal?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The salesman hides the now complete dog plushie, giving it a kiss on the head as he does.
He turns to the dog. "So, uh, what's your deal?"
The dog turns to him. "Oh, you. Whaddya mean?"
He seems phased. "Uh, I mean, what kind of toys do you like? I've got pets, books, games, even some dog toys if you're interested in those."
It tilts it's head. "Dog toys?"
The salesman's face lights up. "Ah, yes! I've got plenty of those. Well, not plenty, but close enough to plenty that the term still legally applies." He pulls a variety of seemingly random objects out of his case. He holds out what appears to be a tiny living room recliner, about the size of a watermelon. "You can chew it, sit on it, smash it, whatever you want! It regenerates! Just don't look under the cushion and you'll be fine! And if you don't like it, we've got quite a lineup of any kind of toys imaginable!"
"What's under the cushion? And exactly how many more do you have?"
"You really, really don't want to know, and seven, but I can order more."
"Can I look over all of them? Also, I hope you're not expecting me to be able to buy, since I don't have money because, well, I'm a dog."
"You can earn a toy by, say, allowing Wondertainment to use your likeness to make other toys. And of course, I'll let you purvey my products!"
He sets out six more slightly different chairs.
"You wanna make toys based offa me?" It sniffs over all the chairs. "Whew, these all got an anomalous smell on 'em. You sure they ain't dangerous?"
"I am legally required to say that they are fine."
"...Nevermind. What do they each do?"
"Well, they're all pretty much the same except for appearances. And where the portal between the cushion and the chair leads."
"Portal?"
"Don't look for it. I promise it's harmless. It's just meant to simulate the fun of finding something under the cushion. It's legally fine."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The salesman hides the now complete dog plushie, giving it a kiss on the head as he does.
He turns to the dog. "So, uh, what's your deal?"
The dog turns to him. "Oh, you. Whaddya mean?"
He seems phased. "Uh, I mean, what kind of toys do you like? I've got pets, books, games, even some dog toys if you're interested in those."
It tilts it's head. "Dog toys?"
The salesman's face lights up. "Ah, yes! I've got plenty of those. Well, not plenty, but close enough to plenty that the term still legally applies." He pulls a variety of seemingly random objects out of his case. He holds out what appears to be a tiny living room recliner, about the size of a watermelon. "You can chew it, sit on it, smash it, whatever you want! It regenerates! Just don't look under the cushion and you'll be fine! And if you don't like it, we've got quite a lineup of any kind of toys imaginable!"
"What's under the cushion? And exactly how many more do you have?"
"You really, really don't want to know, and seven, but I can order more."
"Can I look over all of them? Also, I hope you're not expecting me to be able to buy, since I don't have money because, well, I'm a dog."
"You can earn a toy by, say, allowing Wondertainment to use your likeness to make other toys. And of course, I'll let you purvey my products!"
He sets out six more slightly different chairs.
"You wanna make toys based offa me?" It sniffs over all the chairs. "Whew, these all got an anomalous smell on 'em. You sure they ain't dangerous?"
"I am legally required to say that they are fine."
"...Nevermind. What do they each do?"
"Well, they're all pretty much the same except for appearances. And where the portal between the cushion and the chair leads."
"Portal?"
"Don't look for it. I promise it's harmless. It's just meant to simulate the fun of finding something under the cushion. It's legally fine."
"You know what, this'll just go in circles. I'll let you use my looks for toys or whatever for two things, give me one of those chairs, and a bag or somethin' to carry it with on my side."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The salesman hides the now complete dog plushie, giving it a kiss on the head as he does.
He turns to the dog. "So, uh, what's your deal?"
The dog turns to him. "Oh, you. Whaddya mean?"
He seems phased. "Uh, I mean, what kind of toys do you like? I've got pets, books, games, even some dog toys if you're interested in those."
It tilts it's head. "Dog toys?"
The salesman's face lights up. "Ah, yes! I've got plenty of those. Well, not plenty, but close enough to plenty that the term still legally applies." He pulls a variety of seemingly random objects out of his case. He holds out what appears to be a tiny living room recliner, about the size of a watermelon. "You can chew it, sit on it, smash it, whatever you want! It regenerates! Just don't look under the cushion and you'll be fine! And if you don't like it, we've got quite a lineup of any kind of toys imaginable!"
"What's under the cushion? And exactly how many more do you have?"
"You really, really don't want to know, and seven, but I can order more."
"Can I look over all of them? Also, I hope you're not expecting me to be able to buy, since I don't have money because, well, I'm a dog."
"You can earn a toy by, say, allowing Wondertainment to use your likeness to make other toys. And of course, I'll let you purvey my products!"
He sets out six more slightly different chairs.
"You wanna make toys based offa me?" It sniffs over all the chairs. "Whew, these all got an anomalous smell on 'em. You sure they ain't dangerous?"
"I am legally required to say that they are fine."
"...Nevermind. What do they each do?"
"Well, they're all pretty much the same except for appearances. And where the portal between the cushion and the chair leads."
"Portal?"
"Don't look for it. I promise it's harmless. It's just meant to simulate the fun of finding something under the cushion. It's legally fine."
"You know what, this'll just go in circles. I'll let you use my looks for toys or whatever for two things, give me one of those chairs, and a bag or somethin' to carry it with on my side."
"I'll do you one better. Have a Dog Vest of Many Very Deep Pockets, on the house." He pulls out a black dog vest with, as described, very many very deep-looking pockets. He puts one of the chairs into one of the pockets and offers the vest to him.
"It can change appearances to match the dog wearing it, assuming that you want that."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The salesman hides the now complete dog plushie, giving it a kiss on the head as he does.
He turns to the dog. "So, uh, what's your deal?"
The dog turns to him. "Oh, you. Whaddya mean?"
He seems phased. "Uh, I mean, what kind of toys do you like? I've got pets, books, games, even some dog toys if you're interested in those."
It tilts it's head. "Dog toys?"
The salesman's face lights up. "Ah, yes! I've got plenty of those. Well, not plenty, but close enough to plenty that the term still legally applies." He pulls a variety of seemingly random objects out of his case. He holds out what appears to be a tiny living room recliner, about the size of a watermelon. "You can chew it, sit on it, smash it, whatever you want! It regenerates! Just don't look under the cushion and you'll be fine! And if you don't like it, we've got quite a lineup of any kind of toys imaginable!"
"What's under the cushion? And exactly how many more do you have?"
"You really, really don't want to know, and seven, but I can order more."
"Can I look over all of them? Also, I hope you're not expecting me to be able to buy, since I don't have money because, well, I'm a dog."
"You can earn a toy by, say, allowing Wondertainment to use your likeness to make other toys. And of course, I'll let you purvey my products!"
He sets out six more slightly different chairs.
"You wanna make toys based offa me?" It sniffs over all the chairs. "Whew, these all got an anomalous smell on 'em. You sure they ain't dangerous?"
"I am legally required to say that they are fine."
"...Nevermind. What do they each do?"
"Well, they're all pretty much the same except for appearances. And where the portal between the cushion and the chair leads."
"Portal?"
"Don't look for it. I promise it's harmless. It's just meant to simulate the fun of finding something under the cushion. It's legally fine."
"You know what, this'll just go in circles. I'll let you use my looks for toys or whatever for two things, give me one of those chairs, and a bag or somethin' to carry it with on my side."
"I'll do you one better. Have a Dog Vest of Many Very Deep Pockets, on the house." He pulls out a black dog vest with, as described, very many very deep-looking pockets. He puts one of the chairs into one of the pockets and offers the vest to him.
"It can change appearances to match the dog wearing it, assuming that you want that."
"You got a deal, man." The dog positions himself under the vest to put it on.
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The salesman hides the now complete dog plushie, giving it a kiss on the head as he does.
He turns to the dog. "So, uh, what's your deal?"
The dog turns to him. "Oh, you. Whaddya mean?"
He seems phased. "Uh, I mean, what kind of toys do you like? I've got pets, books, games, even some dog toys if you're interested in those."
It tilts it's head. "Dog toys?"
The salesman's face lights up. "Ah, yes! I've got plenty of those. Well, not plenty, but close enough to plenty that the term still legally applies." He pulls a variety of seemingly random objects out of his case. He holds out what appears to be a tiny living room recliner, about the size of a watermelon. "You can chew it, sit on it, smash it, whatever you want! It regenerates! Just don't look under the cushion and you'll be fine! And if you don't like it, we've got quite a lineup of any kind of toys imaginable!"
"What's under the cushion? And exactly how many more do you have?"
"You really, really don't want to know, and seven, but I can order more."
"Can I look over all of them? Also, I hope you're not expecting me to be able to buy, since I don't have money because, well, I'm a dog."
"You can earn a toy by, say, allowing Wondertainment to use your likeness to make other toys. And of course, I'll let you purvey my products!"
He sets out six more slightly different chairs.
"You wanna make toys based offa me?" It sniffs over all the chairs. "Whew, these all got an anomalous smell on 'em. You sure they ain't dangerous?"
"I am legally required to say that they are fine."
"...Nevermind. What do they each do?"
"Well, they're all pretty much the same except for appearances. And where the portal between the cushion and the chair leads."
"Portal?"
"Don't look for it. I promise it's harmless. It's just meant to simulate the fun of finding something under the cushion. It's legally fine."
"You know what, this'll just go in circles. I'll let you use my looks for toys or whatever for two things, give me one of those chairs, and a bag or somethin' to carry it with on my side."
"I'll do you one better. Have a Dog Vest of Many Very Deep Pockets, on the house." He pulls out a black dog vest with, as described, very many very deep-looking pockets. He puts one of the chairs into one of the pockets and offers the vest to him.
"It can change appearances to match the dog wearing it, assuming that you want that."
"You got a deal, man." The dog positions himself under the vest to put it on.
The salesman straps the vest onto the dog. He then pulls out the plushie from the case and starts petting it, laughing maniacally.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The salesman hides the now complete dog plushie, giving it a kiss on the head as he does.
He turns to the dog. "So, uh, what's your deal?"
The dog turns to him. "Oh, you. Whaddya mean?"
He seems phased. "Uh, I mean, what kind of toys do you like? I've got pets, books, games, even some dog toys if you're interested in those."
It tilts it's head. "Dog toys?"
The salesman's face lights up. "Ah, yes! I've got plenty of those. Well, not plenty, but close enough to plenty that the term still legally applies." He pulls a variety of seemingly random objects out of his case. He holds out what appears to be a tiny living room recliner, about the size of a watermelon. "You can chew it, sit on it, smash it, whatever you want! It regenerates! Just don't look under the cushion and you'll be fine! And if you don't like it, we've got quite a lineup of any kind of toys imaginable!"
"What's under the cushion? And exactly how many more do you have?"
"You really, really don't want to know, and seven, but I can order more."
"Can I look over all of them? Also, I hope you're not expecting me to be able to buy, since I don't have money because, well, I'm a dog."
"You can earn a toy by, say, allowing Wondertainment to use your likeness to make other toys. And of course, I'll let you purvey my products!"
He sets out six more slightly different chairs.
"You wanna make toys based offa me?" It sniffs over all the chairs. "Whew, these all got an anomalous smell on 'em. You sure they ain't dangerous?"
"I am legally required to say that they are fine."
"...Nevermind. What do they each do?"
"Well, they're all pretty much the same except for appearances. And where the portal between the cushion and the chair leads."
"Portal?"
"Don't look for it. I promise it's harmless. It's just meant to simulate the fun of finding something under the cushion. It's legally fine."
"You know what, this'll just go in circles. I'll let you use my looks for toys or whatever for two things, give me one of those chairs, and a bag or somethin' to carry it with on my side."
"I'll do you one better. Have a Dog Vest of Many Very Deep Pockets, on the house." He pulls out a black dog vest with, as described, very many very deep-looking pockets. He puts one of the chairs into one of the pockets and offers the vest to him.
"It can change appearances to match the dog wearing it, assuming that you want that."
"You got a deal, man." The dog positions himself under the vest to put it on.
The salesman straps the vest onto the dog. He then pulls out the plushie from the case and starts petting it, laughing maniacally.
"You... already had a toy of me ready? Were you planning on making it anyways even if I said no?"
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The salesman hides the now complete dog plushie, giving it a kiss on the head as he does.
He turns to the dog. "So, uh, what's your deal?"
The dog turns to him. "Oh, you. Whaddya mean?"
He seems phased. "Uh, I mean, what kind of toys do you like? I've got pets, books, games, even some dog toys if you're interested in those."
It tilts it's head. "Dog toys?"
The salesman's face lights up. "Ah, yes! I've got plenty of those. Well, not plenty, but close enough to plenty that the term still legally applies." He pulls a variety of seemingly random objects out of his case. He holds out what appears to be a tiny living room recliner, about the size of a watermelon. "You can chew it, sit on it, smash it, whatever you want! It regenerates! Just don't look under the cushion and you'll be fine! And if you don't like it, we've got quite a lineup of any kind of toys imaginable!"
"What's under the cushion? And exactly how many more do you have?"
"You really, really don't want to know, and seven, but I can order more."
"Can I look over all of them? Also, I hope you're not expecting me to be able to buy, since I don't have money because, well, I'm a dog."
"You can earn a toy by, say, allowing Wondertainment to use your likeness to make other toys. And of course, I'll let you purvey my products!"
He sets out six more slightly different chairs.
"You wanna make toys based offa me?" It sniffs over all the chairs. "Whew, these all got an anomalous smell on 'em. You sure they ain't dangerous?"
"I am legally required to say that they are fine."
"...Nevermind. What do they each do?"
"Well, they're all pretty much the same except for appearances. And where the portal between the cushion and the chair leads."
"Portal?"
"Don't look for it. I promise it's harmless. It's just meant to simulate the fun of finding something under the cushion. It's legally fine."
"You know what, this'll just go in circles. I'll let you use my looks for toys or whatever for two things, give me one of those chairs, and a bag or somethin' to carry it with on my side."
"I'll do you one better. Have a Dog Vest of Many Very Deep Pockets, on the house." He pulls out a black dog vest with, as described, very many very deep-looking pockets. He puts one of the chairs into one of the pockets and offers the vest to him.
"It can change appearances to match the dog wearing it, assuming that you want that."
"You got a deal, man." The dog positions himself under the vest to put it on.
The salesman straps the vest onto the dog. He then pulls out the plushie from the case and starts petting it, laughing maniacally.
"You... already had a toy of me ready? Were you planning on making it anyways even if I said no?"
"No."
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Elsenova still looks somewhat confused.
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"None. I am from Italy. Unless you're asking which one I entered from, then England."
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"What's under the cushion? And exactly how many more do you have?"
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"You really, really don't want to know, and seven, but I can order more."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Can I look over all of them? Also, I hope you're not expecting me to be able to buy, since I don't have money because, well, I'm a dog."
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"You can earn a toy by, say, allowing Wondertainment to use your likeness to make other toys. And of course, I'll let you purvey my products!"
He sets out six more slightly different chairs.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You wanna make toys based offa me?" It sniffs over all the chairs. "Whew, these all got an anomalous smell on 'em. You sure they ain't dangerous?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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"I am legally required to say that they are fine."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"...Nevermind. What do they each do?"
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Elsenova is looking around, seeing if there's anything they can fix.
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My pronouns are she/her.
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"Well, they're all pretty much the same except for appearances. And where the portal between the cushion and the chair leads."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Portal?"
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"I've managed to survive testing up till now."
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"Don't look for it. I promise it's harmless. It's just meant to simulate the fun of finding something under the cushion. It's legally fine."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You know what, this'll just go in circles. I'll let you use my looks for toys or whatever for two things, give me one of those chairs, and a bag or somethin' to carry it with on my side."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I'll do you one better. Have a Dog Vest of Many Very Deep Pockets, on the house." He pulls out a black dog vest with, as described, very many very deep-looking pockets. He puts one of the chairs into one of the pockets and offers the vest to him.
"It can change appearances to match the dog wearing it, assuming that you want that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You got a deal, man." The dog positions himself under the vest to put it on.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
The salesman straps the vest onto the dog. He then pulls out the plushie from the case and starts petting it, laughing maniacally.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You... already had a toy of me ready? Were you planning on making it anyways even if I said no?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"No."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.