*dog has a paw on mans shoulder. Both are egregiously drunk and swaying side to side*
“Now..ness time tha ref bloass a cuhall...I wan you ta bite’m!”
Dog gives a bubbling growl, laps more whiskey, wags tail.
“Now hang on there doc! You know dogs and sports talk don’t mix while drunk!”
Doc looks at his assistant, then the dog.
“Bite’m too!” Doc said, pointing at his assistant.
Dog stumbles over, hiccups, trips, then lazily chews on toe of assistant’s shoe.
“*heavy sigh* Oh, ow. Agony, I am undone. Woe unto me, my end is nigh.” the assistant recited to the hearty tail wag thump at his feet.