[Come here. Sit. Be a good child. Be quiet. Its funny how even if they can't hear the words, they quail under them, half of them wanting to rebel. They could run now, they could kick his gooey awful mass over and make a break for it and he couldn't make them do anything, but they don't want to. Because they're, worried? Concerned? They need something from him?? They stand blankly for a moment, and then shuffle over. They don't care enough to try and understand their own feelings right now. ]
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Ok, but thats not a puppy. You're son is wrong.