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> So here I am, Phalanx Manh Xa_Khaya, an alien from a Mahnus race, caught an eye of a Canis familiaris, commonly known as "Dogs". I know you humans aren't interested in "Dog bites (hu)man" news.
But after all, I'M NOT A HUMAN, right? :D
If "Dog Bites Man", that's not news.
If "Man Bites Dog", that's news.
If "Dog Bites Alien", I'm as good as dead. Because its bite could infect me.
But after all, I'M NOT A HUMAN, right? :D
If "Dog Bites Man", that's not news.
If "Man Bites Dog", that's news.
If "Dog Bites Alien", I'm as good as dead. Because its bite could infect me.
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All this started this evening (16.29.07/08/08/09), when I was standing at the front of my host human's house.
//WHOO. Thriller.//
> Shut up.
//.//
Suddenly, a black, fangy, hideous - looking dog came from the left and hugged me, like he (I consider animals are supposed to be called "he" and "she", they're living beings just like us), was going to F**K me.
//OOOOH! COO CWIIIT.//
> SHUT UP.
//.//
> Looks like the dog was quite hungry (or perhaps, he knew who I am - dogs have really sharp noses, and my odor smells different from humans). Instinctly, I beated its head with my hand - and the primitive, instinct - driven fight started. If only I could use my Glafft staff....
//So beat it! Just beat it!//
> SHUT UP!
Okay, let's go on.
I felt lucky since I knew how to face this species pretty well from the television (Thank you Logie Baird), just lower your stance and stand them face - to - face. Running will only make them even more aggresive. Every time he tried to bite me, I gave him a shock. Shock, retreat, turn around and chasing each other in a circle, trying to avoid physical battle, and FOR FARS_TE'S SAKE, that was exhausting.
After five minutes doing (nearly) non - physical combat, however, I managed to escape, since I successfully made five meters from him, slowly walking backwards, and get the Pros't_h away. Phew.
If the battle continued for additional five minutes, I could've bitten him. But that wouldn't taste very good. Like Gary.
Gary?
Gary?
Oops, he's angry. Betted leave now before he injected some viruses.
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