You slow down as you approach the Gypo and his Mutt.

"Hello Rover. How are you?" you say

"How did you know my name was Rover??" asked the Gypo "The last bastard who called me by my proper name ended up being used as an ingredient down my Uncle’s pie shop."

Oh shit, so that’s what they use in the Fat Bastard Pies then, you think to yourself.

In a split second the Gypo lets the mutt go for you. You ain’t got a chance in hell of getting away from him.

Like a lamb to the slaughter the mutt starts trying to take out massive chunks out of you. Obviously this dog hasn't been fed for a few days and now dinner HAS been served.

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