[Alerted by the sounds of sirens, Dug had sped down from his dorm and into the entrance hall of Joe West Hall. He's looking around, warily, low growls emanating from his throat, intermingled with the occasional whimper. He knows he must not leave the hall, but he's worried. People are missing and he feels helpless. He wants to help.]... I wish I
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Humming his own themesong. Boss-like.
And totally not tripping over Dug on his way to the door to the other end of this particular corridor in Joe West!
At all.
Ow.]
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Oh boy, that hurt very much.
[He looks up at the man for a few moments before his eyes show some recognition.]
I know you, oh yes, I do!
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S'OK, little guy - I'm gonna be okay...
Oh yeah! You're the talking dog. Whatcha doing out so late, fella?
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[Sad Doggy is SAD]
I am very good at tracking but I am not allowed outside..
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I know, fella. Boy, do I know.
[His eyes creep along the walls.]
It's a lot safer in here for us, tho.
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