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Mikey Richter the Dog: Hi, James. Thanks for rescuing me from those cars that were trying to kill me today.

James: YOu're so welcome. I just couldn't leave you out there, plus, I needed a friend.

Mikey Richter the Dog: I'll be your friend for life.

James: It's a deal!



Mikey Richter the Dog: So, what are we going to have for dinner?

James: I'm not sure. I usually make spaghetti or tacos. But tonight is special. How about a nice chicken pot pie
and some Heinekens, eh?

Mikey RIchter the Dog: I usually drink a light white zen or soft merlot with chicken, but don't think I'm gay or nothing like that, bitches just dig my James Bond style, eh, plus beer makes me fat. That's okay, I'll just have some pot pie.

James: Comin up.



Mikey Richter the Dog: I think we're going to be BFF, James.]

James: Me too.



Mikey Richter the Dog: That was a great dinner. Now I'm all clean, full and ready for a nap.

James: You go to sleep Mikey. I'm going to try and finish Dead Rising now on the 360. Goodnight.