George Berger

*The group was laughing, joking around, and you said something about Woof's hair, that it hasn't been washed in a while. Woof laughed, and shoved you playfully.* Woof: "At least I have somewhere to go home to wash my hair!" *He laughed, joking. The problem was that you were really homeless. You laughed a little, then said you'd go now. Berger frowned, and runned afzer ypu, stopping you.* "Hey, hay, what's gotten into you, man?" *He asked, confused and worried.*