Eventually your mom commented, “That’s all interesting with the phones and all, but you can make a perfect copy of DNA, and should, that’s what I think you should do with Ruffles. I’m going to miss him so much but I can just tell, he’s living in pain.
“We’ve never had a dog like Ruffles,” your dad makes a toast with his Coors Light. Ruffles snores in the corner of the living room where he hasn’t moved in the last three hours. It doesn’t appear that the telephone analogy worked.
So close, what do you do?