It was late in the afternoon, as you walked through the cesspit that was Nearburg. You eventually came across a short, but rather vocal poodle in the middle of the sidewalk, trying her best to fix her motorbike... Well, it was actually a tricycle.

She'd loudly exclaim her frustrations, trying to loosen up a bolt on one of her wheels. "Stupid bike! Come on!!" She'd growl, before her demeanor took a complete 180 when she saw CatDog walking by, just across the street.

"Dog... What a hunk of a hound~" She said lovingly to what she thought was herself, before turning around and seeing you. "What're you lookin' at?!" She crossed her arms, silently hoping you didn't just hear her muse about Dog.