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Doors open in Milliways all the time. They're not unusual. Often-seen patrons of said bar probably have ceased to notice them. This one in particular could very easily go unnoticed, being quite small, and square, and low to the ground. If it continued to stay silent and closed, it's likely no one would ever pay it a second thought.
Which, of course, means that it doesn't.
The doggy-door slams open and a rumpled ball of golden hair flies through, skidding on the polished hardwood floor. The ragged remains of what appears to be a plush octopus hang from his jaws, tentacles flopping in a defeated way. A long and elegant muzzle briefly points through said doggy door, and a high-pitched mechanized voice screams "And stay out!" As the door flaps on its hinges, echoes of voices can be heard from behind it, loudly discussing how insane it must be to persist in a lie about some sort of magical restaurant that hides on an airship.
On the floor in front of it, the furry heap slowly uncurls, revealing a pair of sad brown eyes and the blinking red light of a strange button on his leather collar. The dog's face seems very dejected, every muscle limp, face hanging in a truly heartstring-tugging way.
At least, for a moment.
Then his head comes up and the big nose wrinkles, sniffing furiously. Spinning in circles, the dog barks in ecstasy, a loud, booming big-dog bark. And behind the bark, slightly difficult to hear...
Dug speaks.
"I am back I am back I am back! The magical place! It is here! I did not imagine it!"
Which, of course, means that it doesn't.
The doggy-door slams open and a rumpled ball of golden hair flies through, skidding on the polished hardwood floor. The ragged remains of what appears to be a plush octopus hang from his jaws, tentacles flopping in a defeated way. A long and elegant muzzle briefly points through said doggy door, and a high-pitched mechanized voice screams "And stay out!" As the door flaps on its hinges, echoes of voices can be heard from behind it, loudly discussing how insane it must be to persist in a lie about some sort of magical restaurant that hides on an airship.
On the floor in front of it, the furry heap slowly uncurls, revealing a pair of sad brown eyes and the blinking red light of a strange button on his leather collar. The dog's face seems very dejected, every muscle limp, face hanging in a truly heartstring-tugging way.
At least, for a moment.
Then his head comes up and the big nose wrinkles, sniffing furiously. Spinning in circles, the dog barks in ecstasy, a loud, booming big-dog bark. And behind the bark, slightly difficult to hear...
Dug speaks.
"I am back I am back I am back! The magical place! It is here! I did not imagine it!"