Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for April 22, 2012

Transcript:

Poncho: Existence is pointless and futile… Poncho: The earth nothing but a speck drifting through the blackness, awaiting its inevitable demise. Poncho: Its inhabitants toil and suffer, their "lives" never even registering on an uncaring, unfeeling world. Poncho: We're all nothing more than an insignificant cosmic joke in a cold, heartless void. Chazz: There's nothing sadder than a dog who's lost his chew toy. Poncho: Oh danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling...