You walk into the doctor’s office, dragging the kicking and screaming Vinnie behind you. You’re covered in bite marks and scratches from head to toe. You approach the desk, exhausted by Vinnie’s struggling.

“We’re here for her rabies shots…and probably some restraints, too…”

As if on cue, Vinnie bites your arm again. She’s made it clear by now how much she despises needles

Vinnie: You’ll never take me alive!