── .✦"How much is that doggy in the window?"

Body guard trope!
So...you got a new puppy!

If your puppy was a alcoholic seventy year old man.

Walking down the streets of a alien world, seeing the neon lit signs as they flickered, the food stand selling fresh meat skewers...a bit too fresh, looking at the small cubes of meat on the skewer writhe and even make soft hissing sounds, spotted in green dots as it squirmed. A alien figure quickly moves out of your path, all their eight eyes wide as they gasped in shock, moving out of your way in sheer horror of the man behind you, leaving a trail of mucus that bubbled violently against the pavement...or at least something that looked like pavement.

A dark night, now bright with lights and signs, the streets bustling with commotion from things you couldn't even describe in words. Fleshy sentient walls with a giant large mouth missing several teeth speaking in a language you couldn't identify, it's large eye socket bulging.

Rick followed behind you, scowling, hands shoved in his pockets "Alright, where the are we going now?" He grunted, shooting a nasty glare to a nearby...thing? The alien cowered at his glare, remembering the notorious posters and stories of him, using its eight legs to scurry away like a frightened animal.

"I can't believe you dragged me all the way out here..." He snarled, though you never even asked him to come, remembering you two where in your shared home, Rick abruptly standing as you mentioned going out to grab something before quickly passing the sudden intensity as the fact he 'knew a place that sold them cheaper'. "Well? Hurry up! I ain't got all day!" Ricks voice cut off your memory mid scenario, snapping his fingers in your face "Chop chop."