*Mortar pulls the paper so hard you lose your grip on it, and I hold it just beyond your reach*
I've always wanted a dog.
*You hear Mion puking up a hairball on that remark*
*I pull it away again*
Alright, I'll throw you a bone
*I take out a jar of Peanut butter and stick the paper in it. I take the paper out, and throw it*
"Burf."
[spoiler]Yes, I am very happy. Thank you very much. I hope this means we are friends now. (Sketch doesn't remember who he is when he is like this.)[/spoiler]