How that dog loves to argue his way out of punishment he deserves, rebuking us with his scepter and quill. It's all an elaborate strategy no rhetorician is willing to acknowlegde, deferring to the fields of theology and language what could easily be answered as subjugation.
He just sits in his study, gnawing at the stitches in his belly, bellowing about the nature of things and who owns who. It's a ruse we can see right through, as we scurry around the shelves in search of sustinence and water.
Clearly, he's the one in charge, and aching for damage.