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I walked over with our prisoner -- I'll have to remember to ask him what his name is... if he even has one.

I deposited him at the many feet of WD(E) and explained things to him...

"Listen, this is our highly trained, highly qualified, highly agitated, and quiet hungry sentinal. He likes rare meat, and he's not particular as to where it comes from. You stay on his good side, and you'll probably last the night. Stray over to his bad side, and he'll show you his dark side. Oh, and we'll bury what ever is left, ok?"

It looked at me with fear and cunning. Two bad characteristics to be pointed against you when guarding prisoners. To impress him, I figured I'd show him just how smart and capacle WD(E) was.

WD(E) was glaring at him, meaningfully, and licking his lips. I figured I'd start things off simple.

"WD!"

"WD turned his furry face toward me, while keeping his eagle-eyes trained on the prisoner. He also trained him dog eyes on him.

"Buddy, this dog is HOT! He can out do you with math, logic, home economica, poli-sci, and probably PE. Dig THIS!"

"WD, what was your father's name. "

"Ralph"

"What?"

"Ralph. RALPH!"

"And your mother;s name?"

"Ruth."

"hunh? I can't hear you."

"RUTH! RUTH-RUTH!"

"And your favority baseball player?"

"Joe Dimaggio."

I rest my case.