"Blotto! Blotto! Come back here, Blotto!" a voice calls out.
You wheeze. The sound of breaking twigs, and barking are next heard. A large black and tan dog emerges from the bushes and lunges at your flapping plastic deflated body. Teeth penetrate your skin. More air hisses out. You hear the voice closer now.
"Blotto! Blotto! Where are you?"
As the last of your air rushes out your vision fades, you're blacking out. Before you lose consciousness, you hear that voice again.
"Blotto, there you are! Come to--What's this, Blotto? Oh, my, I bet I can patch it," the unseen speaker says. You feel hands manipulating and examining you.