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From Warren Ellis' BRAINPOWERED:

"The phone message tells him to walk the dog. This is a man in a terminal state of confusion. He double-locks the door. The keys have a note on them saying DO NOT LOSE. He stares, baffled, obviously trying to work out what's best. And then he posts them back through the letterbox. The phone message says to be careful the dog doesn't run off. So he puts the other end of the lead over his head. The dog does nought to seventy in four seconds. This, he can just about cope with. Until they get to the park, and the dog sees the ducks in the pretty pond, families gathered around it to feed the birds.

Two minutes later, neck deep in the pond, the dog spitting duck heads out at the feet of screaming children, he yells: 'It's not my dog! It belongs to Imogen Edwards!' And it's at that point that the dog starts talking to him..."

Go read the rest.

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