Me: Hey Tierce, meet Emma, Stu and Shannon’s dog.
Tierce: Hey, baby, how you doin’?
Emma: Who the hell are you?
Tierce: The finest Shiba you’ll ever be privileged to meet in your LIFE.
Emma: Um, yeah. Sure. By the way, I’m spayed.
Tierce: Well, I’m neutered. Doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.
Emma: I don’t feel comfortable taking our acquaintance to that kind of level.
Tierce: Hey, you just need to get to know me bett-
Emma: PISS OFF.
Me: Tierce, lie down.
Tierce: *Sigh* FINE. You know, it’s not like I DID anything…
Emma (my friends’ dog): I don’t know about this. He looks rude and uncouth.
Me: Tierce! Get back here!
Emma: Where? Where?
Me: Tierce! Down!
Shannon, Mischa, Me: DOWN!
Tierce: But, it’s FLYING and it’s THEREthereTHEREthereTHERE.
Emma: Look, it’s obviously threatening us. We need to organize a pre-emptive strike.
Tierce: FL- it’s gone.
Emma: You see, you bring a strange dog in here and now the fly got away. Now it’s in the house somewhere. Waiting.
Tierce: Where’d it go?
Emma: We DON’T KNOW. Because YOU MISSED IT.
Tierce: No wonder you don’t have any friends.
Tierce: You’re such a bitch.
Tierce: …I meant as it applies in human nomenclature.