HEY! SHIP! Let me out, my father has a dog, so...I'm...I'm covered in dog slobber and taste like...like dog poop!!
[There is silence. Despite Zack's very boisterous and disgusting claim, he does not, in fact, get let out. It appears the ship has taken a liking to feces-tainted college-aged boys covered in dog slobber.]
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HEY! SHIP! Let me out, my father has a dog, so...I'm...I'm covered in dog slobber and taste like...like dog poop!!
[There is silence. Despite Zack's very boisterous and disgusting claim, he does not, in fact, get let out. It appears the ship has taken a liking to feces-tainted college-aged boys covered in dog slobber.]
Oh no, really...?!
[No. You don't really taste like dog poop.]
What do we do now!?