She was happy the lights pleased Gregor. He was a good human, a fair master. She knew he was going to puf them in danger eventually. She wasn't a dumb dog— she understood what the training was for. But she appreciated that he was good to them while he did it, and that something in his world made him feel like his master had said "Good boy, Gregor. Good boy".
Tulip: Thanks. You're a good boy, [Atticus].
Atticus: I'm a good man.
Atticus: I'm a good man.
— Infinity Train Book 1, "The Ball Pit Car"
“I’m sorry, but I think I need a pony who’s not so wild.”
Electra blinked a few times. Wild? “I’m not wild …”
Every pony and child was staring at her. Again. Then they started whispering.
“I’m not going to ride that pony.”
“I’m too scared!”
“She goes too fast!”
Electra’s ears drooped.
Electra blinked a few times. Wild? “I’m not wild …”
Every pony and child was staring at her. Again. Then they started whispering.
“I’m not going to ride that pony.”
“I’m too scared!”
“She goes too fast!”
Electra’s ears drooped.
Cosmo: 1966. The Soviet put me on a rocket, knowing full well I never to return and I will die in a fiery ball of death. But one thing even mudak Soviets never do is call me "bad dog"!
Howard the Duck: Oh, my God! Could you just let it go?
The Broker: Kraglin, please, just take it back! This is killing us!
Kraglin: I can’t take it back if she is, in fact… a bad dog.
(everyone groans)
Cosmo: (melodramatic sobbing) Oh, it never stops hurting!
Howard the Duck: Oh, my God! Could you just let it go?
The Broker: Kraglin, please, just take it back! This is killing us!
Kraglin: I can’t take it back if she is, in fact… a bad dog.
(everyone groans)
Cosmo: (melodramatic sobbing) Oh, it never stops hurting!
