Well, dang it. He didn't want to be a bad dog. He shook his whole body out and got sort of floofy as he tried to wiggle out of the makeshift leash. He scratched at it and whined. Get it off, dang it. When that didn't work, he barked at Will, demanding that he removed the offending length of rope from around his neck, nope. He grumbled and laid down stubbornly, nope not moving, I'm a dead log. You, Shakespeare person, you sucked.