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He let out a snort when the boy toppled over, and then another when he repeated that inappropriate saying of his. Holy balls, you sure have a fabulous catch-phrase. At least it was something firmly established, and probably known to the parents. Dingo felt a little less awkward about it the more the kid said it, and in the end he thought, maybe I can teach him something better!

Can you say: Bull-shit? He murmured next, flattening his torso down so as not to strain his neck; he was laying on his chest and belly before the boy, sniffing and poking lightly at his wiggling peets. Say it with me now! Bull! Shit! May as well extend the kid's fabulous repetoire.