So, lately it may have been that Rick and I have been playing a bit of Borderlands 3. We like to do this in the office, and Rick is a keyboard warrior while I park my butt on my couch with my super spiffy purple Xbox controller (which works fine with BL3, btw) and corg dozing on my lap most of the time.
It’s not a bad way to spend an evening, you should try it.
There we are shooting and looting and having a grand time getting coffee shops and diners reopened when we happen to loot a rocket launcher.
Me- Oh my god, ROCKET LAUNCHER!
Bree- /sits up and attacks my face, very excited about this rocket launcher
Rick and Me- /stare at one another in puzzlement, then back at Bree
Me, more tentatively- Rocket launcher?
Bree- /repeats attack, more excited over this mythical green loot rocket launcher than treats
Today we got the happy news that Netflix overcame their temporary insanity and decided to cast a corgi to play Ein. For some reason, this got us talking about genius dogs again.
Rick- I just wonder what she thinks you’re saying when you say ‘rocket launcher’.
Bree- /perks up from destroying Sacrificial Hedgie #392, staring at Rick intently
Me- Are you a data dog who needs a rocket launcher to take over the world?
Bree- /attacks face
Rick and Me- /puzzled, confused, and a little worried that our adorable pup is bent on world domination
Curiouser and Curiouser 