As.. The other was leaving a wispy mental voice piped up. Dogs talk?
Some. Anything can. The creature thought as it fondly glanced at its felllow Box occupant then focused on the retreating animal. But abillity to talk doesn't always mean inteligent.
Scooby stopped in the doorway and looked behind himself at the other with "are you talking shit" squint.
Giver merely waved. Somewhat cheekily.
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