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When the door opened, another dog entered leashless followed by an evidently grouchy squirrel woman. She paid no attention to the Christmas foods since none of them really interested her, and instead got a plateful of her usual foodstuffs.

The renamed dog lazily sauntered along side of Antony, seemingly entranced by the tails, or simply too apathetic to leave the food smells that wafted from the buffet. Only when Antony nudged the dog in the side did it move away from the food, and then once she sat down at an empty table, the young mix flopped down by her feet, resting its head on her lap as best as it could.

This way, all it'd have to do to obtains food scraps is stick out its tongue and lap aimlessly. ******** was a strategerizing sort of dog.

Antony eyed the barking dog and raised an eyebrow as it came over and stuffed its nose in her dog's a**. She too noticed that they smelled familiar, but didn't think anything off ******** removed his head from the squirrel woman's lap and leaned down towards Comet, dragging his tongue along the side of her head in greeting. Afterwards, he moved to sniff her underside as an afterthought. Nose in the butt meant cuddle time right?

"Antony," she introduced, "And the same to you. Do you know why people got dogs?" Something was obviously on her mind and her eyes were more intense than usual, but otherwise her body remained rather relaxed as she ate her ******** promptly rolled onto his back and whimpered, insisting on belly rubs pronto, or licks, whichever he could get the others to give him. His own stump of a tail whumped against the floor happily, tongue hanging out of the side of his muzzle.

He squirmed about on the ground in excitement, tail whapping up a storm. Cupid was the man. The man dog getting all the pets. That's right, he was th-- Ohhh belly rubs.

His back paw twitched when she scratched a particular spot on his stomach.

"Last year my father gave me a ticket to an island vacation he had won for me..." She trailed off, eyes wandering downwards to the dogs. "******** a petwhore." The squirrel woman stated bluntly before taking a bite of raw broccoli and chewing thoughtfully.

Her eyes narrowed, "I was tricked here... Another one of Carrot Top's dirty little tricks to get more subjects. My father... He thought he was giving his only daughter a four star vacation." Antony chittered angrily, shaking her head while reaching down to absently scratch behind Comet's ear.

"No, they gave me Cupid, but ugh... The irony was not appreciated."

"Hey, Marshall!" Liamh laughed, tucking his glass-holding deformed hand a bit more out of sight. "Hey now, it hasn't been months.... i think..." He looked sheepish. His eyes widened at the gift. "What, for me? Aw man... i kinda slacked on the gifts this year... been kinda in a funk for the past couple weeks, I'm sorry..."

He accepted the DVD with his 'good' hand, turning it over to examine the blank box. Should he tell Marshall? He had to eventually. Dangit, he could put it off a LITTLE longer...

"This is great! Thanks man!" He tried prying it open with his one hand without much success. Blast it... He glanced around. Something to pry with? Marshall must think he was nuts, not putting his glass down just to open the box. He spied the nearest table, occupied by a white-furred woman - definitely a woman, he added mentally, taking note - with too many tails. There was some silverware on her table. "Uh, lemme just... get something to open this with..."

He moved over to the table, nodding to Antony. "Will you hurt me horribly if i borrow a fork or knife real quick? Because, you know, I like to know these things in advance. If you can't avoid painful death and mauling, you might as well plan for it, right?"

Setting the blank DVD box on the opposite edge of the table from her, he gave a raise of the eyebrows - or what would have been eyebrows. "I always assume that people will maul me. Especially smart people. I mean, in a perfect world, people with my caliber of annoyance would be mauled to death from birth, but..." he sat himself down in the other chair a repectful space-bubble distance from her.

".. they haven't yet caught onto my evil plan, so here I am to spread disaster and dismay." He returned the grin, if a bit hesitantly. "But, if you let me live, i promise to wreck havoc somewhere ELSE on this godforsaken rock."

He pointed at the knife. "Can i have that? Anyway, it's been too long since my genitalia were threatened with violence, it's kinda refreshing." His foot - clad in flipflops - felt a warm, wet thing on his toe.

"HOGAWD what the flaming buddha..." he jumped back in his chair and looked under the table as the dog gave him a baleful stare, its tongue hanging limply from it's mouth.