This was not what Rome. This was not Greece.

This was not what Rome. This was not Greece. This was not even Imperial China! This was not even possibly the outer reaches of the Khan's Mongol Empire!! .... This was the realm of

Etch-a-Sketch Land, where reality could be created with a nob twist here and a nob twist there. Those idiots in Silicon Valley thought they'd annialated Etch-a-Sketch Land years a

go but the refugees lived on in the sewer system of LA, clinging to their devices and obsession with restoring Etch-a-Sketch Land. An earthquake of magnitude

became a legend for the underground yuppies. They talked about it as if it was the second coming. That the earthquake of magnitude would signal the return of the god of smart

So the dogman plotted to set up his own restaurant and charge them more. Four years later, the Bad Dog Tavern still had its slogan - come, sit, stay. He outlasted his enemies.

One day a tough looking pooch trotted in the Bad Dog & ordered a bowl of tepid water with a shot of Wild Turkey - dogman brought the bowl & scented the Birddog from Alcatraz.

The Birddog from Alcatraz excused himself to go to the rest room, which in the Bad Dog was a very expensive carpet in the front hall. As he relieved himself he noticed that

across the street at the Catbird Seat, The Catfish from Angola was relieving himself in the front window aquarium. The Birddog from Alcatraz's hair bristled. He growled & drooled.

A Squeal Pigeon from Sing Sing dropped a dime to call K9 Unit. "A little birdy told me you ain't nothing but a hound dog. The Birddog you should've been bird dogging flew the coop.