Oliver: That Sasha came around again.
Bertie: She has too much energy. She bit me on the leg.
Oliver: She got me by the beard!
Bertie: Ok, you win.
Oliver: And she's so fast, I barely see her before she strikes.
Bertie: Asleep; she is Mild Mannered Puppy. Awake; she is the Biting Blur.
Oliver: I remember when I could move fast enough to be a Blur...
