I maybe a sausage dog, but at least I ain't no Weiner
I set myself free from this machine to take a little nap, and all I could dream of was waking up back in that damn agency again
Believe it or not, all they tried to do was find out how was I tall
I'm a fucking dachshund I'm supposed to be longer, then they put me in this two wheeler machine like I was a cyborg or something
Don't get me wrong it was easy to control. But giving it spikes, missiles, and machine guns. How stupid can these scientists be?
All because of him
(A Doberman dressed in a military general uniform with a scar in his eye)
He calls himself the ambassador
He's the reason for my suffering for the last 10 years
Well once I win. We dachshund won't be a laughing stock anymore
YOU ARE READING
Twisted (Pet)al
HorrorAll characters are adults Each character had traumatic experiences in the past until one day they got a phone call of in opportunity to get what they wanted in their life
