"—Aw, buddy."
Clint had only just gotten home, greeted by Lucky with a box stuck on his head. He briefly considered video taping this, but soon crouched down to help the poor thing. "How’d you do that, huh? Boxes aren’t for your face, pizza dog."
Don't just stand there looking at me! Get it off, goddamn pizzaman, be useful. Don't let me down.
He just looks at Clint miserably.












