“Turnip. Protocol ‘Good Boy.’”
A dust storm roared in, but it wasn’t weather. It was a fleet of dune buggies flying the flag of the Pampered Pooch Collective —a rival gang who believed dogs should never be trained, only “expressed.” Their leader, a woman named Velvet Lash with chrome-plated fingernails, shrieked through a loudspeaker: Mad Max Trainer Fling UPD
It was chaos.
Giblet lunged. Max sidestepped. Giblet’s chain snapped taut, and the dog flipped, landing on his back with a confused whuff . “Turnip