Jon was in a panic, things were going more out of control every second, things were
making less toon sense and more nightmare sense... this felt like.. like an INFECTION! The
tiny part of him that was still toonish even as toonish pet SCREAMED that this was wrong,
it was like something that didn't belong that infected the toon world bringing it's own will
upon it. As the real life anthro Fox talked about things that would decided would leave
John needing therapy as a human being... one word came roaring to the front of his mind.
"CUT!!!"
Everything froze. Then everything became cell shaded again... then everything.. faded....
The toon pet Jon came too and looked at himself, he was again G-Rated as a toon should
be... the images in his now censored with black bars and beep noises and a fat woman
with horn rimmed glasses belly aching about was THIS supposed to be for kids until she
got hit by an anvil.
Jon shook his head, he had to get back his real owner, er wife! He struggled out of the
black space he was in, found a portable hole, that just happened to be there for plot convenience and struggled out of it plopping back in the pet store.