Jack Wyatt:
[under Isabel's spell]
Where art thou dog? Thy canine lover? / Where is thy hot breath on the nape of my neck? / We shall form a bond, man and beast. / You will lick my face and I shall lick your snout.
[spell breaks]
Jack Wyatt:
Er guys, I swear I'm not doing this on purpose.
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