Agree with the Doberman

„I...” Ali mumbled. „You're probably right.” He sighed.

„Ha! Told ya!” The Doberman exclaimed, pointing one of his fingers at Ali while looking at Spike. „He's worthless!” He laughed.

Ali looked down at the floor ashamed, trying to ignore the sound of laughter from the Doberman. Spike eventually placed his palm on his shoulder, trying to be a good friend.

„Wait. Since you agree that you're dead weight, and more useful as our meal... How about you prove it?” He licked his lips eagerly.

Ali looked up at him confused. „What do you mean?”

„Well... We are guards, and quite hungry.” The Doberman patted his empty belly, while Spike's belly groaned loudly right next to Ali, making him shiver from the sound, and Spike to look away a little ashamed. „So how about we get it over it, and send you down?” The Doberman opened his muzzle, while sticking his tongue out, letting Ali and Spike stare down his gullet.

„Why the hell do you think I'll do that?” Ali retaliated, quite disturbed.

„Because you said I'm right, and it's not like I'm going to let you go now that you've admitted it yourself.” Spike took his hand off Ali's shoulder, keeping his gaze away from the two of them. „Plus, right now you can choose between my rude stomach, or your friend's.”

Ali looked at Spike who was looking away, but he could still see him blushing, his stomach hasn't been quiet ever since he agreed with the Doberman. He looked at the door, he probably won't reach it in time. He can't believe it, he couldn't get out of it now, he had no choice but to choose which of the canines gets to have him as their meal.