“mmf. smackle smooch, oh yeah, mmmm mwa”

*Click Click*

“What was that?”

“Oh cmon baby it was nothin’ c’mere, mmm, uuuh, yeeah, that’s right.”

*rrr…*

“You can’t tell me you didn’t just hear that.”

“Hear what baby? C’mon give me some sugar.”

“No listen.”

…

…

…

“I’m getting out.”

“No way sugar pie. We just got out here an hour ago. I aint even started to prune yet…see? Now calm down. suck lick mmmf uuuh mmm you must be butter girl cause yo’re on a roll baby”

*HOT*

“Yeah I know baby, it is hot in here isn’t it.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Quit foolin, I heard you candypants”

*DOGS*

“WHAT?” (in unison)

“I’m scared Johnny, I’m getting out”

“Y-Y-Yeah, uh me too.”

*splash splash*

“Where are the towels?”

“I dunno, where’d you put em?”

“Right here. Oh there they are, right on top of the dog. Come here Shasta… Shasta? What’s wrong, you’re acting like some dog that is really a genius that’s hiding something from us.”

“Yo that aint Shasta.”

*WHOOOSH! OOOWWWOOOO! SLICE! bloop bloop*

“JOHNNY NOOOOOOOO——–*RROOOWWWR! CHOMP! CRUNCH!*

“Mmmm. Just like two wrinkly boiled bot fogs.”