Only 128 oiled-up slaves bear me aloft, y'know, nothing showy

17 May 2022

Tangle asks

My big dog hurt his paws being silly. He now refuses to walk anywhere and insists on being carried everywhere and insists I place him on my bed. What do?

No OOC; He's under vet advice and care.

My answer

What's the problem? I tweaked my pinky a few months back, and insisted that until it healed, my corporate conglomerate's employees henceforth carry me everywhere on a litter. But, y'know, nothing showy, only a little litter, with each of the 128 litter-bearers stripped to the waist and oiled up and flexing like they're in a Mrs. Universe final; several hundred temps striding ahead, throwing scented rose petals and poetry across my path; town criers and teams of choir boys and/or girls following in my path, singing my praises to the heavens; and, forming rearguard, twin duelling packs of seasoned courtesans and paramours and sex-workers proclaiming that I wasn't the abysmal lover the townsfolk had pictured at all, and surprisingly adequate in the sack. It was awesome. Dunno what the fuss is all about. Now I want to injure my other pinky and repeat. Hell, if anything, I'd have to ding your pooch for lack of ambition. And he knows that! You can see the self-admonishment in his eyes! Tell him to buy out a few dozen more nearby companies and make their employees haul him everywhere in a colossal golden Snoopy-themed chariot and only then get back to me. Us.

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