“Holy mackerel, mother of baby fishes, is that a bed?”

“Buster went bananas, running over to Paci and jumping up on his legs, begging for attention.   Paci didn’t disappoint him, either.   He bent down and baby-talked with Buster, like he was an old hand at it.   I smiled in amusement.   Paci was no wimp.   He was almost as big as Bodo and ripped to the max.   He had zero body fat, so Peter and I were able to admire his every muscle, which I noticed Peter was doing with unabashed curiosity.   I caught his attention and raised my eyebrows at him in a conspiratorial message of mutual admiration.   He smiled in return, giving me a pitiful wink that made him look like he had something stuck in both eyes.   It made me laugh. Paci looked up at me.   “Something strike you as funny?” “Yeah.   You baby-talking to a nude poodle.”

“You can watch me pee! It's okay! Here look, I'm peeing! I'm peeing! You can stop uprooting yourself.”

“Maybe you're not doing it right""I wasn't aware there was a technique to tree hugging.”

“Get your ass back on the tree, Jayne, I just lost the mojo.”

“Might as well pee on 'em, I decided.”

“Jayne, do NOT wiz on the werewolves.”