'Oh, yeah,' moaned Gaspode. 'Yeah,...
‘Oh, yeah,’ moaned Gaspode. 'Yeah, you’ll bite me. Aaargh. Oh, yes, that’ll really worry me, that will. I mean, think about it. I’ve got so many dog diseases I’m only alive 'cos the little buggers are too busy fighting among 'emselves. I mean, I’ve even got Licky End, and you only get that if you’re a pregnant sheep. Go on. Bite me. Change my life. Every time there’s a full moon, suddenly I grow hair and yellow teeth and have to go around on all fours. Yes, I can see that making a big difference to my ongoing situation. Actually,’ he said, 'I’m definitely on a losing streak in the hair department, so maybe a, you know, not the whole bite, maybe just a nibble—’