Tonight I was called back to view no less than 4 change of "clothes" on Mr. Polar Bear and a handful of minor emergencies. The last one took the cake. Mike had just returned from McDonald's and I was eating some chocolate chips.

And when I got back to see what was wrong, I was greeted with:
"What are you guys eating out there?"
None of your damn business, Fido.
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