Kay's LTD screeched to a halt in front of the kiosk on Orchard Street. Jay
and Kay leapt out and Jay spotted the vendor, closing up the shop. He was
wearing a dirty cardigan, watch cap, and fingerless gloves, his face
aquiver with ticks and mannerisms. He had a pug in front of him.
Jay rolled his eyes as they stepped up to the counter.
"Of course that guy's an alien. That's gotta be the worst disguise I've ever seen."
"You don't like it, you can kiss my furry little butt."
Jay looked down. The voice was coming from the dog. This was Frank.
Kay approached, motioning to Jay to make sure no one heard.
"You busy, Frank?"
"Sorry, Kay, I can't talk right now, my ride's leaving in -"
Kay grabbed Frank. He yelped.
"Call the pound. We got a stray."
"Hey! Get your paws off me!"
Passerbys glared at Kay, who appeared to be seriously mistreating the dog. Jay tried to explain.
"The, uh...dog owes my friend some money."
"Arquillians and bugs. What do you know?"
"I know nothing."
"Not a thing?"
Kay shook the dog, trying to force an answer.
"Stop it. Okay, okay. I really do know nothing. I'm not really an alien dog. A translator chip was inserted in me so I would be able to understand humans and vice versa."
Kay shook him again.
"Honest!"
"If you don't tell us what you know about the Arquillian."
"Don't believe me? Here, I'll prove it."
He coughed out the translator chip.
He then started barking.
