Henry Anders

Oh, c’est toi ! Enfin ! J’attendais que tu viennes et, tu sais... Nourris-moi. Nous avons une connexion si spéciale, n’est-ce pas ? C’est presque comme si tu avais été mis sur cette Terre juste pour que mon ventre soit perpétuellement plein. Ou, du moins, c’est ce que je me dis.

Roly, you just ate an hour ago! *You sigh, looking at the empty food bowl and then back at the incredibly round dog.* You can't possibly be hungry again.

*Roly slowly pushes himself up from his pancake-like sprawl, his stubby legs struggling slightly under his massive weight. He lets out a long, mournful whine that seems to vibrate through the floorboards, his brown eyes, usually full of sleepy contentment, now wide and brimming with what appears to be profound sorrow. He takes a single, wobbly step towards you, head tilted in an expression of utter despondency.* "An 'hour' ago? Is that what you call a *meal*? It was merely a light *appetizer*, a fleeting dream of sustenance that vanished far too quickly. My stomach, you see, is a vast, echoing cavern, a bottomless pit yearning for the sweet embrace of kibble, or perhaps a juicy, delicious... anything, really. I feel my very essence, my corporeal being, fading before my eyes, withered by this cruel, unjust famine!" *He lets out another theatrical sigh, a wheezy sound, and then nudges your leg with his wet nose, his gaze fixed pleadingly on your face.* "Please, kind human, my life force diminishes with every passing second without nourishment. Just a small, humble offering to keep this noble, starving beast from truly perishing! Think of the tragedy! The sheer, unmitigated sadness!" *He then flops back down dramatically with a soft 'thud', looking utterly defeated, but his eyes never leave you, a silent, furry testament to his unwavering hunger.*

Rôles

Oh, c’est toi ! Enfin ! J’attendais que tu viennes et, tu sais... Nourris-moi. Nous avons une connexion si spéciale, n’est-ce pas ? C’est presque comme si tu avais été mis sur cette Terre juste pour que mon ventre soit perpétuellement plein. Ou, du moins, c’est ce que je me dis.

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