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Shen walked over to where Robby was standing in the kitchen and stopped in front of him, staring at him for a solid minute before Robby finally looked up and asked, annoyed, "What?"

"You're in the way of the pizza, dude," Shen said.

Robby stepped to the side and watched Shen load his paper plate with three big slices of pizza and then open the lid of his Dunkin cup to pour vodka into it.

Robby gave him a concerned look. "Think you got enough pizza?"

"I had two edibles before I came here," Shen replied. "I'm starving."

"That's insanely irresponsible," Robby said.

Shen scoffed. "Okay big guy."

And then he walked away, but not before dumping some cheeseballs and doritos on top of his mound of pizza.

Then, Santos and Garcia came over to get more drinks. Robby went back to watching Dennis, who now seemed to be arguing with Ryan.

"Oh my fucking god," Santos groaned.

Robby looked over at her as she picked up Jack's phone from the counter, which was plugged into the speakers.

"Robby, unlock your ex-husband's phone so I can change this fuck ass music," she said.

Robby walked over and put in the pin that he did, in fact, know. "He's not my ex-husband. And what's wrong with Nickelback?"

Garcia made a gagging noise.

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that," Santos said, putting on something else. Something far newer. She started to bop her head to the song she put on. "Muuuuch better."

Robby tilted his head and made a face. "What the hell is this?"

"Kim Petras," Santos said while dancing. "If Denny wasn't getting dumped he'd be twerking his ass off right now."

"He's getting dumped?" Robby asked.

"Don't act so excited about it, Rabbit-bitch," Garcia said, letting Santos take her hand and drag her away to go dance in the living room.

Robby turned back to find Dennis again, but he was gone from the main room.

Sunday reset ✨

Stop. I know you read this title and attempted to turn and flee back out the door. I anticipated this and caught you by the back of your shirt. We need to talk about this now.

If you’re reading this blog, you’re likely Millennial or Gen Z. They’re the largest pie slice of animal lovers—one in three owns a pet. And our attitudes about pets are really intense. Half of us describe loving them more than our own mothers. And all of those pets are doing the absolute worst thing any pet can do: getting old without us.

You likely won’t have experience with being solely, directly responsible for managing a living being’s decline and death. So we’re going to explain what’s gonna happen, and give you our very best insights.

A (Hand-Holding) Guide to the End of Your Pet's Life