Fresh from the vet, Taco trundles down the X-Treme hallway, happy as can be. He finds an old candy wrapper in on the floor and happily pushes it with his nose for twenty minutes until he sees Vita Valenteen nearby.


"Onk."


He investigates. He places his snout on Vita's unconscious face to see if she's breathing, and also maybe to lick the remnants of her lunch off of her lips.


"Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff."


His exhale blows crumbs and dust off of Vita. She doesn't move. Taco decides she might be warm and comfoprtable, and it has been at least 15 minutes since his last nap, so he climbs onto her and settles his big butt down on her chest with a groan.


"HHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggg."


Taco sleeps. Good boy, Taco. Good boy.




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