What just a durn minute, girlie; we’re all MANLY MANS, here, dig?
Would some Gallifreyan technology help?
Do you want to be reduced to a half-eaten circle?
Am I the only one who heard that whoosh sound?
Who…me?
…so sue me?
May I have your lawyer’s phone number?
Are you going to plant flaming dog poop on her doorstep for me?
(…not very happy with my lawyer these days…)
I guess Burpo will have to answer this one, right?
You know I’m only one dog, and can only do so much, right?
But, wait, aren’t you the WONDER mutt?
Are we creating a new Marvel Superhero?
(“Wonder Mutt, Wonder Mutt! Tons of poop fly from his butt!”)
Is his archenemy the Mailman?
Shouldn’t it be the Korean chef?
I can chase my tail at the speed of light; neat, huh?
Should we start a new game called GAME: and title the thread GAME: GAME:?
I’m game, you?
Maybe the game could be to guess who I am?
(Psst! Read my signature)
Well, if there are two of you, can I have one? 
What happened to the other 221 Siam Sams??? :eek: