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You cradle an odd-looking screwdriver in your forepaws to examine it, but something makes the fur on the nape of your neck stand up straight. You turn around and bark before fully realising what it is: Brian, now perched atop a set of shelves, trembling.
"It's only me," he whines.
"Sorry about that," you apologise. "Gut reaction, I guess. Nothing personal."
With a gulp, Brian jumps down to floor level. He lands gracefully, and as a joke, you try to raise ten fingers in approval. Unfortunately, it seems that you do not have that many.
Written by Joey Liverwurst