[ Jeff's a little out of it when Loki approaches. He's singing quietly to himself, in a weird, strained, almost desperate kind of way, and his first thought, when something big and furry starts to sniff him, is OOOH, A DOG! He rolls over on the bench and looks it in its wolfy face with a spacey, dreamy smile. ]
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Heeey there, puppy.
[ PAT PAT.
...
wait.
Cue a slow deer in headlights look. ]
Fuuuuck...