"I think you look much better like this." Rigel smirked. "After all, bad dogs need short leashes."

"..."

"Oh? Nothing to say, Miss Barker? You were much more talkative mere moments ago. Now you're suddenly speechless."

"You won't get away with this."

"I think it's a little too late for such cliches." Rigel chortled, "now show your master your submission."

Brainy Barker growled as she wrapped her arm around his leg, as if accepting him as her new Master.