Totoka River paranoia, paranoia, everybody's coming to get me

the dog starts talking, but it doesn't make any sense. at least, not in his pain-addled state. what, he says, injured wing twitching. he can't tuck it against his body without unbearable pain, so he holds it out at an awkward angle, breathing hard. i- you- you dick! you broke my wing! he tries to sound angry, but it comes out shrill and panicked — fairly reflective of his current state.