Welcome home, bitch!

This is what you wanted, right?
To come and live in my dungeon as one of my loyal boot-lickers?

What are you whining about? Second guessing yourself already?
Oh, that...
Well, the way I see it, you wont need your hands or feet to play doggy.
Besides, I think you happen to think it makes you look more like a real pup.

...but if you really want to go home we can always renegotiate your contract next year.

Here are the rules: Learn to love 'em you piece of garbage, because things are only going to get worse as we head downstairs.

Don't fucking look at me, shit-breath!
Next time I see your eyes, I'm going to burn them out.