Muse: So, lack of constructive writing aside, have you decided if the Dogs talk or not?
Jon: Inquiring minds want to know! *pause* Well, not really–
Writer: It would be easier if they did.
Muse: Not what I asked. *fishes beer from cooler*
Writer: Technically they don’t, I mean what kind of common ground would they have for even basic concepts? Much less actual language. *sighs at blank screen* But if they don’t talk then–
Muse: Then there’s a whole lot of world building the reader won’t ever see.
Writer: Well, not anytime soon anyways. In theory the ‘uberbond’ that Akela’s looking for will be more of a telepathic hivemind entity, at which point verbal linguistics are moot.
Jon: That does not sound like fun.
Writer: Magic companion humans don’t get a say, sorry.
Jon: I’m pretty sure this counts as fictive abuse.
Muse: You should see how she treats the other Johns.
Jon: Other Jons? *panicked look*
Writer: With an H, with an ‘H’! Calm down for for chistsake, there’s only one of you! Sheesh.
Jon: *is not comforted*
Muse: My point still stands.
Jon: I’m changing my name to Fred.
Writer: No you’re not, now go back to watching– wait, what is that?
Jon: The Young and the Restless
Muse: Why don’t just go over here and work on what’s getting cut while you two hash this out, kthkxbai. *flees*
Jon: I can haz freewill!
Writer: No you canz not. *grabs for remote*
Jon: Canz too. *sits on remote*
Writer: You realize this means war.
Jon: Bring it on.
It was a dark and stormy night…