@ sidewinder:
I hope they let you club it in the head right fresh out in the kennel.
That kinda reminds me of those restaurants where there's a huge fish tank and you pick the live, swimming fish you want to eat (totally the best way to get fresh fish at a restaurant) but for a hesitating moment, you look into fishie's eyes (you've already named him at this point) and he looks into your eyes...
...then you LOL and crack a joke about guys wearing pink shirts and sit down and drink a beer like a real man.