Characters: Dug, ANYONE
Setting: The kitchen! ... which one? idk, a kitchen. The blue one
Time: Night 17, at some point when the kitchen is otherwise unoccupied
Summary: WONT SOMEONE PLEASE FEED THE PUPPY?
Warnings: Sad puppy
In the middle of the kitchen sat a lone, forlorn puppy. Dug's eyes were wide, his tail drooped, and his stomach empty. One of the drawbacks to lacking opposable thumbs was the inability to feed himself. All Dug could do was stare at the cabinets holding back the food. The smells of deliciousness taunted him, and all the pup could do was whimper.
Surely somebody would feed him.
Right?