Tonight there is a green haze filling the Basset Mayhem abode. It is quietly seeping from the posterior end of the King, Buford. He is stealth, a ninja warrior. He attacks without warning because he's sleeping. Inch by inch the lethal gas works its way from one end of the room to the other. One by one people depart for clearer skies with their shirts pulled over their noses.
He is a master, and he now gets the couch all to himself. I'm thinking that it was all a plan from the very beginning.
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