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CIPHER LOG 2.

Subject: Bitter Fox Post-Test Analysis.

Well, isn't this just great.

I don't know what that grease-stained, knobby-kneed, balding idiot Chef did to poor little Bitter Fox, but whatever it is seemed to kickstart the Celebi genes in her. She's become far more resistant to all attempts at corruption. It's like her entire body's trying to fight it off at once. And she's winning.

So, obviously, I'm super annoyed. I'd have to dust off one of my shelved XD-project ideas to get anywhere further, and I doubt Cadaver's gonna let me anywhere near his onion anytime soon. Any lesser scientist would've called this a failure.

But hey, let's not sweat that. Focus on the small victories, yeah? At least she's still suggestible.

I did manage to plant a... certain seed in her head. One that she's totally taken to heart.

And once my end of things is done?

It won't be much longer now.

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The printer chugs along.

Lovrina hums to herself as she watches copy after copy of Umbrella records slide out of the printer. All of Wesker's logs, experiment schematics, capture and containment protocols... even some older files, all with modified dates of retrieval. Tutu sits patiently by a taped-up security camera, washing her paws as she waits. Even still, Lovrina could only marvel at how easy this all was.

False Prophet, so soon after dying, had insisted on making himself a prime target again. And he took her precious Bitter Fox with her.

Well, that was just fine. It gave her all the ammunition she needed to work behind his back.

Operation Leech Seed was well under way. Lovrina had made her rounds across Wesker's employees, looking for the ones who she could tell were easiest to target. The deserters after Wesker's death and Sea Angel's creators were a good start, but if Cipher was to come back, she needed more. Whether they were there under duress or disloyal enough to take a better deal, Lovrina would be there with a smile and an under-the-table offer.

One little problem, however, still remained. First Man was loyal. Frustratingly loyal. He needed a different approach.

And luckily, he was out of town as well.

Lovrina takes the documents, stacks them, encloses them in an envelope. She safely ejects her new flash drive and snaps it back in its case, concealed as a tube of lipstick. Some of these were important documents.

Shame they were about to fall into her hands.

She steps away from the printer and gives Tutu a nod. Without hesitation, the Sylveon rips the tape off the camera and hops down to her feet, trotting by her side.

"Well, Tutu, that's that." She giggled disarmingly. "We should so take a little detour and stop by Adam's desk."

"Maybe he should totally think twice about the passwords he sets next time."

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He said that to you? He actually said that to you?

...

Ugh. That heartless bastard. Look, I know it doesn't fix anything, but I really appreciated what you did with it. I'm gonna miss visiting that little devil every day. And getting to know you guys, also.

...

But, hey. Before you relocate, I gotta ask. Why put up with him? You know he's temperamental. You know he treats you as disposable. It's like he doesn't know how hard it is to find good, loyal--

...

Oh?

C'mon, Doctor. Spill the tea. I'm no snitch.

...

Your wife? And your kids? Geez. No wonder you don't fit in around here. You never wanted to be here to begin with, huh?

...

Look. I so don't do this for just anybody, but... I'm so, so sorry about Sea Angel. And it feels bad, leaving you five in the lurch like this. So this is what I'll do.

I'm putting together my own research team. After I'm done here, I'm heading back home. Restarting my old organization. Getting some research done.

And I want you five on my team.

...

Think about it! All the cute, cuddly animals you can ask for. None of the risk to human life. And a great insurance plan. Plus your family'll be nice and safe and sound away from those guys.

...

What? Of course I can get them to safety.

Let me make a few calls.

It'll be like Umbrella never had them.

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a look into lovrina's thoughts for @tetramulti

Ugh! What is going on next door? They've been screaming for minutes now. Don't they know I'm being brilliant over here? Geez, we're all scientists, you'd think they'd so know the importance of a calm working environment.

...

Ugh. That totally tears it. I'm going next door and--

...

...

Sea Angel? Sweetie?

...

At least I know it works now, but... ugh.

Looks like I don't have a choice now.

Time to proceed to the next phase of Operation: Leech Seed.

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Goodness gracious! Somebody's in a hurry.

...

Dead?

You mean some giant creepy ghost just... swooped in and killed him? Like that?

Huh.

Thought we'd have better safeguards regarding that kind of thing here.

...

Yeah, for sure. Just between you and me, the lack of safeguards here's so cramping my style. I mean, take my current project. She was tearing through your coworkers like butter, even before I hit her up with shadow energy.

So y'all have, like, no way to protect yourselves? No barriers? Cattle prods? Panic rooms?

That's, like, super dangerous.

...

Oh, you bet my previous organization totally planned for those kinds of things! It's already oh so hard to recruit people willing to do our kind of work. Losing them left and right's a liability. Wesker's totally shooting himself in the foot, treating you good folks like trash!

...

Keep this between you and me for now, but... I'm planning on starting a new branch of my old organization. And I'm so gonna need some hands to get it up and running. If you wanna keep doing the job you're doing, but safer... I can make something work.

...

Details, details.

I'll take care of it.

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Good thing I so never claimed to have those then, huh.

@gildead: i hear the harrowing echo of a morally bankrupt pink scientist from orre sometimes.

we need to get her out of your mind immediately. there is never a good explanation as to why you can hear a scientist in your mind other than that they are up to no good; whether they claim to have morals or not.

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CIPHER LOG 1.

Subject: B███ F██ Post-Test Analysis.

So, after my first Shadow energy infusion on B███ F██, some really interesting stuff happened. Starting with life's favorite pathetic punching bag, Cadaver.

According to the rotting, molding onion that continued his eternal torment, Cadaver apparently started freaking out just as badly as our dear B███ F██ did! All the fun stuff was involved. Death threats, angry thrashing, an apparent Shadow aura... It was just like a Shadow Pokémon entering Reverse Mode, but on a human. That being said, it does give me some ideas for where to take future XD-series projects later on, though I'll have to work the kinks out of it.

Unfortunately, said onion had to step in and play hero by undoing all my work. Bummer.

Speaking of onions past their expiration dates, I checked on B███ F██'s samples post-corruption and, uh... wow, okay, this is weird. It looks like her cells are in a constant state of self-purification. Just as they charge with shadow energy, they suddenly cleanse themselves. Seeing as B███ F██ is apparently part Cadaver, I've gotta wonder... is there some Celebi in there as well? I'd ask False Prophet about this, but... well, he's been busy.

Obviously I'm so not telling First Man about any of this. I trust him just as far as I can throw him. I thought about feeding him to my beloved XD002, but I think he'd give my poor baby girl indigestion. Maybe there's some other way I can be rid of him. Hm.

Anyway, I'll keep monitoring B███ F██'s process. It's so annoying that she's purifying herself, but I'm so a problem solver! I can absolutely bend this to my benefit. I'm sure she'll be all the harder to purify now.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a teacup to photograph my sweet baby Sea Angel sitting in. Fingers crossed it doesn't absorb this one.

Lovrina out. ;)

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"Anyone else hear that? ...No?"

"Must've been nothing, then."

Lovrina then returns to her far more pressing task at hand... taking photos of Sea Angel in the little mini Lovrina costume she's fashioned for it before the silly little thing absorbs it again.

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it's pretty much a rite of passage for EVERY mmder to use this motion at least once.

credits under the cut.

models:

tda lovrina by meennie46 xd: gale of darkness lovrina by daniKH1 pokémon masters EX lovrina by rosie (made as a birthday gift for me!)

stage:

resident evil outbreak: special laboratory by riveda1972

motion:

everybody (motion data fix) by temporal-lizardo

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As soon as Lovrina sees that nod, she lets out a giggle and scoops up Tutu, placing her back in her bag. The Sylveon barely reacts to her touch as the aura dissipates and her eyes stop glowing red. She sits back calmly as she licks at her paws. It's as if she didn't just get finished beating down a creature larger than her.

"Oh, absolutely." Lovrina clasped her hands together. "Now, that being said, since your weapon's not a Pokémon, I may have to do some finagling to make things work, but it's all the same principle, really. A bit of trial by fire here, some conditioning and brainwashing there... with a nice direct shot of shadow energy to top off that sundae."

Was it oversimplying? Absolutely. Was she about to spill all of her secrets to Wesker just because she got his rare approval?

Of course not.

She'd done her homework before getting there. She knew what happened to other geniuses he had worked with before. If Wesker thought she was going to be the second coming of Excella Gionne, he certainly had another thing coming.

"All I need is some space here to set up shop." She had a lot of equipment from Cipher she kept at home in [LOCATION EXPUNGED] to transport over... and a few phone calls to make. A certain someone needed to supply her with more Tera Shards after the demonstration with Tutu.

"Then I can so get to work on our little friend here." She taps the glass.

That's you, Weapon One.

Preventing the weapons from ever attacking their creator again... it sounded promising. He could still feel the deep wounds healing, a bitter sort of sting to the pain. And believe it or not, it wasn't as if he was trying to kill staff members without reason, really! He tried to save that for when they really messed up, but... this one was acting as the executioner, without any sort of direction for who actually deserved to die.

He nods in approval, watching the orb affect the Sylveon. His eyes trace over the energy transfer, watching it-

His demeanor changed, just briefly, when Caiman is knocked down and maimed without a problem.

The Krookodile was no weak pokemon, he knew this. To watch him fall so easily under such a brutal attack... the sounds he was making in his pain and fear were pathetic. Why was he worried? He's dealt with worse. Could it be that one thing down here wasn't as expendable as he pretended?

Caiman didn't get up as Sylveon bounded away. Shit, bossman, my arm... why'd ya let 'er do that for? That shit was scary!

...

The tube briefly hisses in reply to the Sylveon's gaze. She knows something is wrong, despite an incredibly cloudy and weak head. She knows they're talking about her, and her sibling. The glass briefly shuddered, before stilling again.

How many times does she have to teach him this lesson? She'll never obey him. She'll never obey either of them. They can't do anything that matters, nothing is going to stick.

She's just biding her time.

...And yet... she seems to understand what happens when Sylveon seemingly can't attack Lovrina. Is that a twinge of fear? She wished she could reach out to the others. Anything had to be more reassuring than this.

Wesker only nods, seemingly in approval. He's extremely impressed, really. Something so strong, appearing to have some kind of block when it came time to attack its creator... That's what he needs. If this worked as well as it was shown to have, then he finally had a leash for his beast.

"It's very impressive. What exactly is your process? Negative reinforcement? Brainwashing?" He's studying the cowering pokemon. It looked truly terrified of attacking. He kneels down to check on Caiman, noting the impressively deep wounds, in spite of such a short-lived attack. Familiar.

"You've proven yourself, I will admit." Wesker's eyes don't leave the ground-type. "You can carry out such a procedure on weapon 1?"

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a stranger asked:

Why Sylveon for XD002? Why not something else, like another legendary?

"Wow!" Lovrina blinks just as blankly as her beloved Tutu. "What a totally stupid question!"

"Listen, genius. The whole point of the XD002 project is to make Shadow Pokémon as undetectable as possible using the power of Tera Energy. What dumbass trainer is going around flaunting an oh so aggressive legendary Pokémon that mauls everything in its path once Terastalized? Don'cha think that'll so tip off Interpol, the League, the Pokémon Rangers, and all those idiots at the Pokémon HQ Lab all at once?"

Geez. It was like this idiot wanted her to get caught.

"Besides, I've always wanted a Sylveon."

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"I'm about to show you how to prevent your weapons from attacking their creator ever again." Without another moment of hesitation, Lovrina presses the button on the orb. As energy rushes out, she gives Tutu a nasty look.

"Tutu, honey." She smirks. "Sic'em."

The energy hits the Sylveon, and the change is instantaneous. Normally with Terastalization, the Pokémon gets surrounded by shining light as it turns crystalline, with a majesty crown appearing over its head to denote its new typing. Not so this time.

XD002's eyes flash bright red from their previous hot pink as purple energy erupts out from within. She lets out a ferocious roar as she charges Caiman, hitting him with a powerful Shadow Blast. The hit is enough to knock the Krookodile flat on his back before he could even hope to prepare a counter to the sudden attack. Worst of all, she's not done.

The Sylveon immediately follows up with Shadow Break, her fangs plunging deep into Caiman's arm. Lovrina watches closely as she pins him down, briefly glimpsing back at the helpless weapon 1.

This is going to be you in a matter of time, honey. Look forward to your future.

She turns back and claps her hands together. "Alright, Tutu, that's enough! Good girl."

The Sylveon pulls back immediately, resting on her haunches. She quivers restlessly as she watches Caiman like a hawk, in case he tries to lunge after her. "Okay now, Tutu. Attack me."

...Is she crazy?

Despite the order, Tutu doesn't hesitate and immediately Shadow Rushes Lovrina, all prepared to attack... until she reaches her trainer. She skids to an abrupt stop and stands there, staring. Her tail and ears press back. Her bows droop...

"Come on, attack. What's stopping you?" Lovrina smiles. She already knows the answer. Tutu takes another step forward... and cowers. She lays down and folds her paws over her eyes with a long whine.

Lovrina turns to Wesker.

"Any questions?"

Lovrina, you're talking to someone who wants brutality above anything else. Brutality and obedience often don't mix, in most cases. This wasn't the first of Wesker's experiments to retaliate, and it won't be his last.

The creature within the tube watches their exchange, an air of fury radiating. If anyone looked for too long, they might just start hallucinating.

"Hmm. I suppose someone identifying a shadow pokemon is... a bad thing?" He would have thought it was a good thing, truth be told. Make yourself look more dangerous, so people know what they're in for if they cross you. Alas, different worlds have different rules, it seems.

Paldea. He was familiar, thanks to his own studies into that world. Some location in the east, yes? A fairly large and diverse area.

This... XD002... no, it really didn't look like much, and he inwardly scoffed at it. Though, he still allowed her to show what she could do. After all, maybe this was some kind of surprising creature. What could possibly be the connection between that strange orb and the type shifting she mentioned? Lovrina has his attention, if nothing else. Was it the orb? He's intrigued, now. Go on, then.

He nods. "Make sure you don't kill him. I've put too much work into his training for him to be discarded so easily."

Caiman gaped. Was Wesker really about to feed him to that little freak!? Ey, bossman, I didn't sign up for this shit! Get that lil' beasty thing outta here!

...But an order is an order. He would like to believe that he wouldn't die to some little purple beast, but... shit, maybe Wesker found a newer, stronger partner. Caiman sighs heavily, as if he was told he has to stay late to clean a mess he didn't make.

"May I ask what exactly you are showcasing, using my Krookodile?" he asks, "And how exactly is this going to help with my weapons?"

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a stranger asked:

Lovrina, are you hiring? I know some people who are in sort of a rough spot when it comes to evil plots that may be willing to assist you if you give them sanctuary.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm always hiring." She flashes a genuine smile. "Good lab assistants are so in short supply, you know? Hard out here for a girl to find someone who isn't squeamish."

Hell, she's got her eyes on a few people where she is right now. All she needs is a window of opportunity.

"Let your contacts know they can always drop me a DM or call me to discuss, mmkay?"

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PEOPLE OF INTEREST

Now that I have access to some of Umbrella's secluded files, I thought it best to create an addendum to Log 7. Due to further developments I've observed, there are a lot more people of interest to look out for besides the people listed.

[BAKU]

Interest Level 4, Code C Notes: Honestly, I'm shocked this guy never made it to the original list. Supposedly responsible for the disappearances of multiple wayward travelers, trainers, and even children in some cases -- all because his trainer decided to remove herself from the census. [BAKU] is larger, far more aggressive, and far more powerful than other members of his species -- all at the cost of stability to his physical form. Despite having gone through none of our conditioning and procedures, [BAKU] seems to give off the same energy as a Shadow Pokémon -- potential XD-series candidate?

[TWERP GIRL]

Interest Level 1, Code D Notes: Seemingly normal Pokémon trainer from Paldea who's been extremely annoying in the group chat to me. Could potentially be a threat to the XD002 project. Send my current agent in Paldea to keep further tabs on her.

[BLUE RAT]

Interest Level 2, Code B Notes: This little shit exposed me to the rest of the group chat. Annoying, mouthy teenager who claims to be the '''fastest thing alive'''. Note to self, touch base with Ivo later to get more information on this one.

[PINK RAT]

Interest Level 3, Code C Notes: Self-styled girlfriend of [BLUE RAT], daughter of [GARBAGE COMPACTOR], and niece of [CAR COMPACTOR]. Fairly weak on her own, save for that hammer of hers. We could potentially capture her as a way to exchange for [BLUE RAT]. In that case, deal with [GARBAGE COMPACTOR] and [CAR COMPACTOR] first to prevent whatever rampage they can go on.

[SUNFLORA]

Interest Level 3, Code CNotes: Former escaped lab experience who thinks he's the smartest sprout in the room. Despite alluding to some kind of secret power, he claims to be content with sitting back and watching as events unfold. I wonder how far you could push him before he decides to take action. Anyway, he's currently preoccupied with certain theatrical pursuits. Approach once those are over and done with.

[GIRL FRIDAY]

Interest Level 2, Code D Notes: I CANNOT STAND THIS BITCH. Despite being a weak, Doduo-limbed, overly compassionate, insufferable little daycare worker, [GIRL FRIDAY] somehow managed to wrap [BAKU], [CADAVER], and [HELL'S DEMO] around her bony little fingers. Hell, she even managed to seduce [CHAMPION] with those big Sawsbuck doe eyes of her. Once we've accounted for all four of her protectors, we can attempt capture again.

[CADAVER]

Interest Level 4, Code B (could become Level 5 and A) Notes: I have unfinished business with you, sweetie.

[THE SWARM]

Interest Level 5, Code B Notes: Apparent sentient hivemind of serpentine creatures that can form together to create a single being. Despite purporting to be a scientist of some high regard, doesn't seem to have a brain? Weird. Approach for consultation on a future XD-series project when opportune.

[FALSE PROPHET]

Interest Level 5, Approach In Progress Notes: YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. I'M NOT GIVING MY NOTES ON YOU HERE.

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The corner of Lovrina's mouth twitches as Wesker explains the teething troubles he's been experiencing with weapon 1. Rabid violence and a lack of obedience may have looked promising on the surface, but at Cipher, it was a mark of failure. Any old idiot in the desert could slam the doors of a Pokémon's heart shut, but it took a careful hand and finesse to properly create a Shadow Pokémon.

Killing staff members too? Especially when loyal, willing peons with little-to-no morals were in short supply these days? This man clearly wasn't as smart as he purported to be. No wonder Giovanni's brat dismantled him so easily.

No matter. There's a sucker born every minute, and it would just make it all the more satisfying when she did what she planned to do.

"Yes, of course! I think you'll find it's just the solution to your little problem." Lovrina whistles. Tutu immediately leaps out of her bag and onto the ground in front of Caiman. She just... stares. And stares. No play bow, not even a nuzzle. Just an unblinking, unwavering stare.

"As promised, my fabulous XD002. She may not look like much now, but wait 'till you get her started." Lovrina rifles in her bag as she continues speaking. "You see, part of the reason my last organization failed was because it was getting way too easy to identify what was a Shadow Pokémon and what wasn't. Most don't have color changes, sure, but all of them have an aura that a skilled psychic or a scanner can totally pick up on."

She pauses and smiles nastily as her hands find exactly what she's looking for. "Then, I learned about this little place called Paldea," she says, "And how they can make their Pokémon change types mid-battle. That's when I so realized I found the solution."

Lovrina pulls out a small, glistening orb from within her bag. It was black and purple, but the fluorescent light's reflection made it sparkle like an amethyst geode. Lovrina turns it in her hands thoughtfully as her gaze wanders towards the visibly anxious Caiman.

"Mind if I borrow your Pokémon for a little demonstration?"

It's been a very long, very difficult day. The weapons had only been born at 4 that morning, and... good lord, the aftermath had been something. A few staff members were still trying to clean the mess in the corner of the lab. His shredded leather coat sat aside as well, draped over an equally-bloodied chair.

His headache was, thankfully, over for now, as Weapon 1 was sedated and put into a tube once again. Weapon 2 was... less of a concern, at present. It somehow seemed... concerned? He was unsure if it was simply being timid again, or if it was upset by something else. He could feel his headache subsiding as everything finally settled-

Nevermind. It comes back, full force, as he hears an unfamiliar woman's voice enter his lab. He had made it abundantly clear that only certain people were allowed in this level, who the fuck was coming down now?

...

Oh. The woman he was, unfortunately, expecting. She wasn't kidding- she really did find his lab with no trouble. He's intrigued by that creature she's toting around. Namely, because...

Caiman refused to go anywhere near it. How odd, for a Krookodile that loved nothing more than a good fight and maiming. He refused to be within ten feet of the ribboned mammal. Sylveon, wasn't it?

"I see you found your way, as you said you would. Very sharp, a good quality to have." Wesker nods approvingly, in spite of the headache.

He follows her gaze, looking to the much more heavily-fortified containment tube. The creature within could only glare back weakly.

I'll get back out. I'll finish what I started. Her connection to the others feels... so weak, in spite of a more solid-feeling body. She can barely maintain her usual rage. It was only allowing for fear to creep back in.

"...This is weapon 1. As of now, still unnamed. Born this morning, and they've both caused... quite the commotion, I'm afraid. This one is senselessly angry at all times. Extremely hostile. Killed three of my staff members, two of them done in by weapon 1, in a matter of seconds." He almost seems... proud?

Why not? This was, in one way, exactly what he wanted. A near-unstoppable killing machine. He got what he wanted, twice over. But...

It doesn't last long. "...The only point of contention... it won't obey. It chose to attack me, and... it left rather deep wounds, even with my healing capabilities. As it is now, it's a liability. Thus... I have chosen to keep it sedated until I can find a solution. A leash, of sorts. With the rate it's going now, it will only kill more staff members aimlessly."

"...But enough of that. What was it you were wanting to show me so badly? Shadow pokemon, yes? I do hope it's worth both of our time..." For your sake, he leaves off.

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@tetramulti || consider this revenge for the under the umbrella event

"Oh, Weskeeeeer~!"

Ah, right on time. The pink sleep paralysis demon herself struts into the halls of the Umbrella facility, having just bragged to the security guard on duty that yes, she did have proper clearance, and yes, she was personally invited here by none other than Albert Wesker himself. After weeks of planning, spamming his messages, and finally having to drop the cutesy facade and speak plainly, Lovrina finally had gotten right where she wanted.

Where did Naps get off on telling her she was in over her head? She so had a handle on this. Especially given she wasn't alone.

An odd creature, not too unlike Red Stain and Trojan Fox, sits curiously in her large beach tote bag she carries over her shoulder. It was a rare gem of its species, purple and pink instead of blue and pink. Yet, something about its hollow-eyed stare and overly calm attitude seemed oddly perturbing to the dozens of scientists watching as they passed by. Something about how those eyes stared deep into their very souls, watching and waiting for some kind of weakness before striking like a true apex predator.

Lovrina didn't seem to care, though. Tutu the Sylveon was just extremely well trained and adorable... right?

When she finally saunters in the lab, the man of the hour looks like he's just finished recording something. He's watching some kind of ugly overgrown Eevee-looking thing inside a tube. Lovrina purses her lips as she studies the half-liquid canine. Tutu reaches a paw out and pads at the glass, the way a Delcatty does before it closes in on its prey.

"I told you I'd find you." She smirks, satisfied. "Hopped on a plane as soon as I saw our little Cadaver lose his marbles in the groupchat."

"And how are your new pets treating you so far?" She turns to the glass and stares right at the sedated canine.

"Well? Are you behaving for your daddy?"