176 Tired

"Suit yourself," Mr. Quinn shrugged. Fang let out a quick bark as he finished the last of the bones. He returned and sat just to the side of Mr. Quinn's, who grimaced. "You know, I've dated people that cost less than you." He pat Fang's middle head and reached into his spatial ring. Before he could withdraw his hand however, the other two of Fang's heads looked at him and let out a whimper as well. "You greedy hounds." Mr. Quinn adjusted the collar to pet the other two of Fang's heads, which promptly faded into thin air.