O fiendish hound! O damnable mutt of hellish

O fiendish hound! O damnable mutt of hellish demeanour! O appalling wolffish beastie! O dog of doom! Slavering cur!

Why must you howl from the depths of the pit? 'Tis the witching hour on the moors and you challenge the black mists? Dam'd TERRIER why do you haunt MEEE?! (snausages?)

The Dam'd TERRIER stood 1 foot off the grown and bared it's frightening tiny, but sharp, oh so sharp little needle teeth and fire burned in its eyes. Out of my wheel chair I could

sense his attack moments before he launched himself at me. Yet, I welcomed his bites. Welcomed the pain, the oblivion, the release from this world to the next. Thank you, TERRIER.

Life was too fleeting already, and I still had things I wanted to accomplish. This couldn't be the end. Mechanical arms shot out of the wall behind me and grabbed my arms

Whisking me off to the ER. Dr. Zgffhvbjjry was waiting to do a brain transplant.I grew wings and became a flying creature. You will see me if you look upwards on a sunny day.

Your search of "Dr. Zgffhvbjjry" returned no results. Why not try another? My initial frustration at being unable to locate the brain transplanting Dr. Z dissolved when I realized

I hadn't looked for Dr. Zgffhvbjjry inside myself. Was it was possible that I was only lost from myself? When I looked inside I could only see my looking out from the long side of

my consciousness. "Are you Dr. Zgffhvbjjry?" I asked myself. "Yes, but I have given up the practice," I answered. I left me standing there and hopped to the edge of the universe.