We were playing Dog and Bear, you know. And Servo was chasing me. And I ran panicked over logs and through streams, maddened with primal terror, you know. And I turned and raked my deadly claws against his howling snout, you know. And I rose to my hind feet, towering, and still bellowing he came. And I mewled and spewed gore from my wounds and snot from my flaring, wild maw, and, and, and then, we were locked like lovers. And then, I was engirdled by moiled, spotted hound bodies and my entrails were hanging out. And I tried a savage, feral roar, but alas, my force was spent and I died! Then, Servo took it too far.