[rA9, rA9, rA9, that is a DOG. A real, honest-to-goodness DOG! Connor's Thirium pump skips several beats. He loves dogs. Loves them! He hasn't seen any animals at all since he first arrived a month ago, and now here's a real dog! Without thinking he immediately crouches down, gesturing invitingly with his hands and making cooing sounds interspersed with gentle encouragements.]
C'mere, that's right, good pup, I won't hurt you, I like dogs!
[Wait. Did that dog just talk? Whut. He freezes, looking perplexed, his LED spinning red.]
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C'mere, that's right, good pup, I won't hurt you, I like dogs!
[Wait. Did that dog just talk? Whut. He freezes, looking perplexed, his LED spinning red.]
Did you just. No. Maybe?