Labyrinth

Just as it seemed that I was about to be freed from this dungeon by the high-powered New York attorney, my fast-talking cellmate convinced him that he was Dennis the Vizsla, despite the fact that he is clearly a rabbit while I am clearly a dog. With the success of this ruse, I am relegated to confinement here in this dank, dark prison cell. Or am I?

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