Okay, listen up Roseanne. Now that you're death you have certain responsib-
-Where was I? I didn't know. I couldn't fathom the depths of my despair for I could not see past my own tears.
You know what? I can't deal with this. You're fired.
Looks like the ball is in your court completely ordinary, run-of-the-mill puppy with a completely ordinary tendency to violently apologise at seemingly random intervals of time whose name is Bob.
