"So, that's twelve doses of the soda?" Sarge asked as he looked at the inflated wolf.

The inflated wolf tried to nod, but he found his body was too round to move properly.

"Alrighty, thank you." Sarge scribbled something on the paper. "So, I guess that's it for the testing. Thank you. I'll sign your release forms and validate your parking..."

The wolf tried to speak up but realized he couldn't.

"Oh right, that might be a problem for you," Sarge scratched the back of his head, "you uh... need someone to pick up your car? You might be here for a while."

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Fluffmaster's Soda commission for  ThatBlueWolf.

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Character (C)  ThatBlueWolf

Artwork (C)  Juntarhenogu Me