Jeremy reads through the lyrics, wincing every couple of sentences. “These sentences have almost no rhythm to them.”
“I have a hard time imagining Rodney as a songwriter.” Pinky chuckles a little, flinching as he jumps onto the bed beside Jeremy. After reading the song quickly, he sighs. “Unfortunately, I have no musical talent whatsoever, so I can’t help you with this.” The chihuahua leans his tired grey head down on the man’s lap. “Perry could, though.”
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Candace is listening to and recording the conversation in the cell. She flinches when Pinky says Perry’s name. Pressing a button on the desk to transmit the recording in code to Phineas’ phone, she starts taking down important notes from the conversation on a pad of lined paper.
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“Perry?” Jeremy strums a chord on his guitar. He looks down at the dog, who has fallen asleep. “Nevermind.” He picks up Pinky, and lays him down so that the dog’s head is resting against the soft pillow.
The dog whimpers in sleep, and the man sighs. What has she done to these animals? How cruel… Jeremy cannot bring himself to ask himself the full question.
The camera under the bed scans the cell for cameras or other devices. When it’s sensors find none, it starts crawling up the wall behind the bed. “What on earth?”
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