Iggy, tormented.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god –”

“– oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god –” 

 “– why why why why why why why why –”

“– why why why why why why why why why why why –”

“– WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY –”

“You know, a dog is a living thing.”

Okay —

“I’m not a toy boat for you to throw in the tub whenever you feel like it!”

Relax, Iggy —

“I could have died!”

No, you couldn’t have.

“Well, I think I at least deserve a treat.”

Of course you do.  Would you like a Milk Bone?  

“I would like a goddamn side of beef, is what I would like.”

 

You’ll get a Milk Bone.

“I don’t want a — MILK BONE MILK BONE MILK BONE GIMME GIMME GIMME!”

Good boy.

“Okay, yeah, that was embarrassing just now.”