Judy groans in pain as she hits the ground, the last time she felt this rattled was when she fell out of a poorly constructed watchtower back in her early academy days.
Judy - [Imperial]: "Aaaaaaagh, my poor poor back..."
Henry rushes over to Judy in an attempt to console her, but his tongue stops millimeters above the grimy layer of smoke still covering Judy's body. Instead he pats her lightly on the noggin with his paw.
Henry - [Dog]: "Eating shit is one thing, but I really don't like the taste of smoke, sorry!"
Judy - [Imperial]: "Aaaaaaagh, my poor poor back..."
Henry rushes over to Judy in an attempt to console her, but his tongue stops millimeters above the grimy layer of smoke still covering Judy's body. Instead he pats her lightly on the noggin with his paw.
Henry - [Dog]: "Eating shit is one thing, but I really don't like the taste of smoke, sorry!"