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[bye_to_yer_head]

At the PetstoreBLU, now that he's gone into business with Miss Pauling, actually has some spending money, and for a change he's not going to spend it on alcohol or bullets or any of the finer necessities. He's at the petstore with Tipsy the crocadog and Rika the black lab puppy. Both of them are sitting in the cart as he pushes it around the store

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[2oiitgoe2]

[Psii had been doing quite a bit of exploration after he destroyed quite a chunk of Paradise, mostly as a way to avoid all of the other trolls in the city, but also because it was vastly different than any other city he had scene.

He's intrigued by the pet store, staring at all of the odd, bizarrely mammalian animals. What was the purpose of this store? Was it for people who couldn't hunt?

He spots Sniper standing in front of a bunch of weird looking bag, and he clears his throat.]

Eckthcuthe me? What ith the purpothe of thith thtore?

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Oh hey, it's that guy with too many teeth.*

You don't look as fishy as th' other one.

*That's Sniper for Hello.*

It's a pet store mate. Never had a pet?

[2oiitgoe2]

[Excuse you, he has a normal number of teeth. They are just large. He shoots a confused look at Sniper, before he makes a soft, chirping noise of understanding.]

I'm not a theadweller.

[He shrugs, glancing around at the plethora of fluffy animals.]

What'th a pet? Ith it for food?

[bye_to_yer_head]

*If you say so.*

Ah. That'd explain it then. A pet is ... Hn. Kind of a hard concept t' explain. But ya don't eat 'em. They're fer company mostly. 'Cept mine help me when I'm out huntin'.

[2oiitgoe2]

[I do.]

Company?

[Well that...doesn't make much sense to him.]

What are they, anywayth?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Ya don't know what that means either do ya?

Animals. Cats. Dogs. hamsters. Furry things people like t' keep.

Ya don't keep pets where ya come from? So ya not lonely?

[2oiitgoe2]

[He just...keeps staring at Sniper, very visibly confused.]

I don't know what any of thothe are.

Where I come from, all of our "animalth" are eckthremely deadly. We have luthuth, but they aren't...petth. They're more like cuthtodianth. And they're not the betht company either.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Give him a second to work out 'cuthtodianth'.*

Here look.

*He holds up the black lab puppy who squirms and licks his hands.*

This one's a dog. She's jus' a pup now, but she's gonna get a whole lot bigger. Gonna help me hunt an' retrieve things I kill. Handy t' have around.

[2oiitgoe2]

[He frowns a bit at the puppy, raising an eyebrow. When Sniper says a "whole lot bigger", he instantly imagines her becoming huge, a towering black beast.]

Tho it'th going to be like...a mount? You're going to be able to ride it?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Not that big. About this big.

*He holds his hand a bit off the ground showing where a full grown black lab would come to.*

Think of it this way, fer most people, havin' a pet ain't practical at all, it don't make sense. But it makes them happy.