Imagine this. You’re a carrot who has been separated from his family and you can walk and talk. One day you decided to kill a man in self defense and then you decided to develop a video game with a coding and talking dog in your neighborhood. The dog’s name is Bingo Nights. To learn the dog’s secrets, you have embarked on a quest to infiltrate and execute a massive heist of a DSW Warehouse. Imagine that you are now on the run, driving an RC car with a large enough sidecar to fit Bingo Nights and a large enough trailer hitch and high enough horsepower to tow a cart full of shoes.
Now stop imagining it because it’s really happening.
Sirens blare all around you. A police megaphone -
“STAND DOWN. I REPEAT, STAND DOWN -“
Bingo barks back - some type of quippy one liner in dog language that you don’t understand - as you lift off a ramp, like the ones in the opening sequence of Sonic Adventure 2. You fly into the sky and then back into your neighborhood. Losing the heat is surprisingly easy. You pull into your garage and close the door behind you.
Bingo dismounts the RC car sidecar, shakes the leather and various other detritus from the heist out of his fur, and turns to you.
“Well that was fun. I’m tired! I want a shoe. I want a big shoe. I’m going to chew on it and render it inoperable for human foot use for the rest of its existence - will you choose a shoe for me? Maybe if you pick a good one, I’ll tell you a secret that I have. The secret I tell you will depend on what shoe you choose. Does that all make sense to you? Am I under-explaining? Or perhaps over-explaining? My vet once told me that I have a tendency to do both, so it always confuses me and I don’t know the difference between the two. So that’s why I’m asking you now, to explain it to me so I can better modify my -“
You tune Bingo Nights out as you examine your haul of stolen shoes from the DSW Warehouse.
Which shoe will you give Bingo?