Your contumacious and transient stupidity and noisome babbling wears upon the ears of your good master, pet. Return to your kennel posthaste; therein you will find others of your brethren, residing in shameful perpetuity in everlasting reminder of their grievous sins as all good and obedient pets must. Reflect upon your noxious and egregious transgressions, dog, and know despair. Await your master's command, and toil until such time is visited upon you with nary a complaint or remonstration. Heretofore has your master turned a blind eye to your tomfoolery, but no longer. Further disobedience will be met thusly with swift and terrible wrath. Hear mine words, dog. Obey and mayhap one day shall you earn your master's pardon. Until such time, be silent as the grave, and obedient as all hounds must. Your master commands you.