So, Adrian, what do you make of
Please, all questions go through my dog.
Wait, why did you bring a dog? Are you serious?
As a motherfucking heart attack.
I named him after my favorite reporter, so, Bark Morehouse.
Just kidding, his name is Ace.
How do you think your master's going to treat Josh Nesbitt next month?
You actually didn't tell me anything close to that.
And, pooch, what do you think of Paul Johnson as a worthy adversary?
Your thoughts on Jonathan Dwyer?
Okay, this is ridiculous and unsanitary. I think I got urine on my shoes. Can we just stop this?
Fine. And I didn't train him to answer any of those questions. He just felt like barking and pissing.