Bravewolf: Guess what time it is?
Tierce: Time to give me that hamburger defrosting on the counter?
Tierce: Time to go out for another walk?
Tierce: Time to play with my Kong?
Bravewolf: (Holds up nail clippers)
Tierce: … (runs away)
Bravewolf (grabbing Tierce): Trust me, I hate this too.
Bravewolf: Look, just hold still.
Tierce: No, it feels icky!
Bravewolf: If you hold still, it’ll get done faster!
Tierce: No, you’re gonna cut meeee!
Bravewolf: Only if you move.
Tierce: If you touch my feet again, I’ll-
Bravewolf: You’ll WHAT?
Bravewolf: That’s what I thought. Don’t fucking move.
Bravewolf: Oh, shit. Now look what you did.
Tierce: That pinched!
Bravewolf: Because you moved. Where’s the styptic powder?
Tierce: Over there, where I knocked it over.
Bravewolf: You little shit.
Tierce: You hurt me! I hope you burn in hell forever!
Bravewolf (sticking the nail in some powder): Hell can’t possibly be more fun than this.
Tierce: You suck.
Bravewolf: Oh, I’m gonna suck more than you ever dreamed if you don’t stay very, very still.
Tierce: leans back in martyrdom
Bravewolf: There, that wasn’t so bad. Good puppy!
Tierce: Now can I have some hamburger?
Tierce: Not even after you hurt me?
Bravewolf: Not even after I hurt you.
Tierce: How about a walk?
Bravewolf: I don’t feel like it.
Tierce: Fine, I’m going to race around the house, wear the styptic powder off my nail and paw at your good clothes in the closet.
Bravewolf: Let’s go for a walk to take your mind off your recent trauma.