After being betrayed to the Mark-Downers by Logan, I have found myself carted off to a desolate warehouse that apparently dates from the 20th century, a relic now here in the 23rd. This moldering, vacant space seems like the perfect spot for the harshest interrogation imaginable. I can only wonder what ruthless torments the Mark-Downers have in store for me …
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay those hillbillies hav tayken all owr oyl away in there fleet of gleeming tanker trucks so the big hole is empty and now trixie and me ar going down in it to find tucker wish us luk!!!
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wel i hav ben watching with dismay as the hyooman guvernmints struggel with this socalld swine floo it has bekum obvius that they ar unaybel to deel with it effektivly and so sensing a bizness opportoonity i hav borrowd all of dadas credit cards and thats rite i hav reaktivayted the dennises pig powders faktory to deel with this krisis!!!
hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog i am not shoor wot is going on heer but i walked into the bedroom and luk what i saw: