Ugh, dogs... Evil, filthy, possessed things... Breda hated the things. Bad past experiences. Yep.
When Fuery had brought that dog in, everyone had learned of his hatred for them. Of course, everyone had misinterpreted it as fear. Yeah right. Breda wasn't afraid of the stupid things. He just didn't like them. That's all it was.
Really.
"Hey, Breda, watch out, there's a dog under your desk."
"Shuddup."
"Aw, if you give them doggie treats they won't hurt you, you know."
"..."
His coworkers could get so irritating.
"Hey, I need someone to feed my dog while I'm visiting my family, wanna do it for me, Breda?"
"..."
If they would just stop it...
"Were you a mailman in a past life, or something? I can't really see why you'd be so scared of dogs, they're harmless."
Again with the 'scared.' "I am not afraid of dogs! They're evil, that's all!"
"So they're monsters?"
Finally someone understood! "Exactly!"
Or... Maybe not...
The note on the box of pepper spray didn't have a name. All it said was, "To keep those 'monsters' away."
Oh how Breda hated dogs...
Five Cans of Mace...
I originally intended to do Armstrong as 5, and Breda as 7, but I couldn't write something for Armstrong to save my life o.O