Achmed

Even Achmed didn't know what she was doing as he began to get up from the floor.

Eventually, he had to roll away from the floor and head out of the room.

He just began to examine the room, a bit of his blood dripping onto the flooe

"...." He does as told and lays there, sighing gently as he did.

"...I don't really wa,..wait a minute...what?" He didn't understand.

"...Because what?"

"...Ad you sent the dog at me....why?" He knew, but he needed to make sure he was right.

"Wha?" He yelped as he was strapped into it, "What is going on now?!" He asked, trying to escape the pain.

"...Oh, well then..." He said, getting up with mild pained noises as he dusted off the paw prints on his clothing.

"...Why is there a hose in the closet? It seems a weird to keep one in th..." He had a feeling that this won't end well.

"...This next part isn't another attack, is it?" He asked, unable to move his body.

Then he said, awkwardly grinning, "...Glad...ah-to be back..." He said, despite the searing pain from the animal attack.

Soft groans escaped him as he felt pain.

While no bites or claw marks were 'lethal', it was clear the man was in pain, at least enough to warrant him not to move. +

"Death, that is like m-AHHH!!!" He then was being attacked, the sound of screaming and canine snarling rang out.

and the dog, and he had mixed emotions, "You bought a dog?"

He was reading a book called 'American terms for foreigners', "Hm...attend counseling?...What kind of counsel.." Sees Kim +

"...Isn't that..." She left, and all he could do was sigh, "I need to do something to...what is the term?"

Remembers the times dealing with 1-46 when he was gone for days on end. "...At least she is not insane or evil like the ones I know."

"...Kim is not mad? I was gone for like, months...I would at least expect a kick to the face...At least, that's what I'm associated with." +