9th Tactic [phone + action]

[On one hand, the bottle of milk didn't kill him... this time. Yet on the other, he didn't appreciate the town's ridiculous humor in what it did do to him. This was going to be a dumb question, but he had to make sure it was just Mayfield messing with him, so his next stop, after a few minutes of staring outside, was the phone.]

[phone; no filters]

Please tell me everyone didn't just turn into basket dogs. Someone, anyone. I don't think I can deal with it if they have. There are a bunch of them out in the yard...

[There aren't any really, but that's how he's seeing it. A town full of adorable awful beasts. Still, at least this isn't deadly. You'd think he would be grateful for that.]

[action; around town and the pet store]

[He'll even chance going outside today, with such a benign hallucination. Strangely enough, his wandering will bring him through town and end at the pet store. He's still uncertain if the all of the dogs truly aren't real, considering a few of them -- in his mind -- have taken to following him throughout the stroll. Peering in through the store's window only brings up even more basket dogs. His forehead bangs against the glass once as he leans against it and glares at the kittens. The kittens who are now dogs, though he knows they had definitely been kittens the last time he passed by here.]

This is stupid. I don't need leashes for imaginary dogs, do I?