[The Guide snaps on with a FWUMP as Bill sets his things down in 5-1. He stretches his arms out, scratches behind his ear... with his hand, not his foot, mind you.]

Man, I am not gonna miss slinging papers 'round. Next month, I gotta find a tougher job...

[As he's musing about it, looking a little lost in thought and looking ceiling-wards for ( Read more... )

[So. Bill's still down on the planet Dogstar. And it seems he's been getting the celebrity treatment on this planet, what with the whole "being a walking, talking dog" thing. Right now he's lounging by a giant paw-shaped pool in nothing but trunks and visor shades, and a scantily dressed waitress wearing puppy ears is serving him a drink -- a ( Read more... )

[The camera turns on, showing the view down the length of a big, grey canine muzzle that is too close to the Guide. At the end of the muzzle, there's a... is that a helmet? With a black visor? What kind of sick person puts a helmet on their dog ( Read more... )