Roscoe: on his hindlegs and lifting a German shepherd up by the collar So…my little friend. You have nothing for us? Right? G-Shep: gulps and whimpers Roscoe: Well, do you know what we do, with little maggots like you, if they have nothing for us to eat? He starts to grin at Desoto and Desoto came closer to him with his massive body wobbling and jiggling, cracking his paws and growling angrily at the poor G-shep which was full of fear at what the two fat Dobermans would do with him now Rosoe: Well, it will be funny. evil laughter