“Words are wasted on those who do not listen,” Marquis DuPont, the mastermind behind the secret camera poodle puppymill operation, says as he takes Agent Chiquis Doll’s chin into his leather gloved grasp.

“Be a good puppy and keep your paws to yourself,” he teases with a pout, slightly deepening his thumb onto Chiquis’ cheeks chin. His smile then drops, his mouth now with a scrunched distate. “If you want to live.”

Chiquis only stares before slowly smirking.

Mr. DuPont was not expecting to be kicked in the balls by a solid gold heel, it shows in his yelp.

“You fucking—!“ He shouts, cupping his crotch in pain, “Gender-ambiguous—!” Cupping it isn’t enough, he needs ice—“Chihuahua-sized twink!”

He pulls his gun out of his fancy holster, aiming it at Chiquis in fury.