Dogs holding a live grenade like a telephone and demanding loudly, "What have I got in my pocket??"

Dogs advising a newborn, “Welcome to day two of endless war.”

Dogs feasting on the soft, scrambled brain meat of Waldo Jeffers.

Dogs clarifying that there are two Hells, regular Hell and extra Hell, and that Dennis Hastert went to extra Hell.

Dogs tearing open a trench coat and revealing a tinny radio blaring The Final Countdown to a shocked sidewalk audience.

Dogs advising a nor'easter, "Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!"

Dogs shouting, "Do you see what happens?" and smashing a Corvette with a crowbar, adding, "Do you see what happens when God is one of us??"

Dogs wearing the band’s t-shirt to the band’s funeral.

Dogs confessing from a debtors' prison, "I did understand the question and I will respond to it."

Dogs gesturing vaguely toward all existence, explaining, “This is just a big misunderstanding.”

Dogs pressing a bony finger against the cracked lips of reality, rasping, “Let people enjoy things.”

Dogs tearing open a trench coat and revealing the results of a middling college education to a shocked sidewalk audience.

Dogs screening grainy black-and-white footage of a guillotine noiselessly receiving one-after-the-other a heaving throng of industrialists, and observing to a bored history class, "And that, everyone, was America."

Dogs thoughtfully watching your acclaimed performance in this, your most recent film, and promptly scrawling a response on the base of a statuette, tongue jutted out in careful concentration, and happily imagining your reaction when you receive a honorific engraved FUCK YOU.

Dogs introducing the idea of movement into thought.

Dogs studying the lurching choreography of a landscape entirely filled with zombies and deciding finally, "Thirty, flirty, and thriving."

Dogs letting the bodies hit the floor and wondering aloud, "Now what?"

Dogs holding a live grenade like a telephone and asking, "Which translation of the Odyssey should I read?"

Dogs driving a DeLorean over several people indiscriminately and later explaining from jail, "Everything is proceeding as I have foreseen."

Dogs pulling an emergency airlock release valve and cheering in relief as the first SpaceX mission to Mars segues into a Dance Party Ending.