Boss very strange today. Him talkin' like there ovver humna's in rum. I fink he tellin I off. Me not like so go hide in box. Him say angry stuff and scare me, but then him call me and fuss me an say "No bovver boy. You good dog."
Me fink my Boss very strange. He spend far too much time wiv folding placcy clicky 'pooter.
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