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Dingo coughed, tasting the bile and the gastric juices upon his tongue, and spat. A loogie the size of a wolf's eyeball landed squarely in the dirt. The boy had never felt so strangely violated in his life! Nobody had ever made him puke before! He didn't know how to feel about it, and for a few minutes he forgot about the little kid and sat there, reflective. He decided that it was kinda gross, but that also made it really cool, and as strange as he felt, Dingo realized he was also trying hard not to laugh. It was such a bizarre experience - and then as he turned his head, he saw the little boy sauntering off with the fish head in his mouth.

That's even more disgusting, he thought. Dude, you are totally gross, but I think you're my favorite so far. Out of the guards at the border, the angry alpha lady, and this malleable little boy, obviously the boy was the best. Little Peter had earned a friend for life. You just -- yeah, you keep that -- Dingo slurred between the waves of fishy taste that came burping out of him, and as he gurgled through another acidic layer in his throat, he licked his lips and turned away. The kid would be entertained by that fish head, so may as well make his escape. He needed to find something to replace all the junk he'd puked up!