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Canon is The Plague Dogs.
Ye think yer talkin' sense, ye great nit? Ye think yer th' bonniest, yet yer bluidy up an' muddy up aroond th' damn place. Mind, if ye go nearby an' canny bit mair effort, an' ye might be gettin' somewhere. Peep an' creep an' there ye keep, an' Ah'll be here an' not a peep.

Oh you~
P-please don't eat me mister fox, I promise I don't taste very good.
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H-how do I know you won't try it?
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