Robot, go kick that dumb dog
“What? N--”
Before he could reject, the boy straightened up, expression focused as he set off. It wasn’t long before he found Boney resting under a tree; he walked over to the pooch that was barley waking up to his presence.
Boney yawned, blinking at Claus with a slight look of confusion. Something was...wrong with the boy, though before Boney could pick it out, Claus had reeled his leg back and sent the pooch flying with a pained howl...
Claus’ expression soon dropped as he shook his head and grasped control of himself. “BONEY!” he called, a fearful expression settling in his features.
It...had been a long time since Porky had ordered him to do something and as much as he wished to feel direction and have someone order him around again he’s...having second thoughts...













