Apparently Stephanie cares as much for her dog as she cared for Mrs. Amberton’s. Oh well… Gotta do what you gotta do. I would have just shot him in the face like I did with the last dog, but our buddy Mike Tyson was in town. BC and Iron Mike go way back. Anyway, we know Mike’s propensity for biting things, so we let him have at Maxwell Smart. Wow! We knew Mike had quite an appetite, but we didn’t expect this! Mike completely devoured Maxwell, flesh, organs, everything. Everything but the fur and bones, which he crafted into a stylish hat and necklace.

Then we drank some Earl Grey and played Mike Tyson’s Punch-Out!! After I burned through the game undefeated, it was Mike’s turn. It turns out that he’s really bad! He couldn’t even get past King Hippo!

Well, Steph… That makes two dogs you could have saved, but you chose not to. But we’re not going to feel as sorry for you as we felt for Mrs. Amberton. No puppies this time. Just more war.