"Damn thing eats more for breakfast than I crap in a lifetime!"
But there is no other way. So early as the first train, as the diesel fumes rise up, the little dog gets out and sets out...
...along the way he meets ten other dogs who all hate the bulldog so they cut him off and pack hunt him to exhaustion and bloody, horrible death.
Later that night, the little chihuahua felt a little bad.
"I don't think I should have drank so much of his blood. I feel crazy sick."
"Aw, homey. You always say that after a fresh kill!"
Cheers all around.
So this little Chihuahua
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