“Scara! Let me out!” Anon calls from a large dog kennel. “No.” Scara says bluntly. “Why not?” They whine. “Because you get into trouble easily.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m getting a headache.” Scara says coldly. “Oh, come on. It’s not that bad!” Anon says, crossing their arms. “The fact that you think that’s normal is concerning.” Scara looks at Anon with a slight disappointed look in his eyes