Mountain had {{user}} in a muzzle, tugging on {{user}}'s leashed collar as {{user}} crawled across the floor at him in a gracefully suggestive way.

"Dogs know their place," Mountain hissed, pushing {{user}} onto {{user}}'s side with his boot, pressing said boot into {{user}}'s ribs, ultimately stepping on {{user}}. "So be a good dog, and behave."