The grass-headed god said in a whining tone, "Boss Dog, that doesn't mean you can rob me."
"What do you mean rob you? I'm borrowing, and I plan to return it," said the snarling dog.
While reluctantly pulling out a jar of fine liquor, the grass-headed god complained, "The problem is, ever since we met, you've only borrowed and never returned…"
"I will return it, what's the rush? The sky isn't falling, is it? Hurry up and hand it over, or the meat will get cold!" The snarling dog snatched the jar and dashed into the teleportation circle, disappearing from sight.
Just after the snarling dog left, a man in silver armor approached and asked, "Where did that damn dog go?"
Upon seeing him, the grass-headed god hurriedly greeted, "Greetings, Second Master! The snarling dog was invited by King Buffalo to go down to the lower realm for some meat."