It's hard for Ghoul to shrug while he leans over and presses down on the dog's butt to encourage it to sit, but he manages well enough. "That's what I do." It sounds like something that should be a joke, but no. He has actually run from tag-along dogs before. Desperate times call for desperate measures, okay.

When he succeeds in getting the dog in to the position he wants, he pops back up looking all pleased with himself. "There. Fuckin' perfect." Maybe one day she, too, will become an incredibly gifted dog whisperer like Ghoul.

"What'd you move here for?"