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”So where’re all the bodacious, bigfoot babes?” Max asked, shifting to get a better hold on Sam’s shoulders. The dog’s shoulderpads didn’t really make for great footholds.
“Yowch!” Sam shook his head, dislodging the lagomorph’s heel from his eye. “Take it easy, Max. You don’t even like girls.”
“Who said I was talkin’ ‘bout girls?”
Max peaked through the collar of their bigfoot costume to waggle his eyebrows at his partner, a toothy grin on his face. “You’re the only bodacious, bigfooted babe I’m interested in, Sam.”
“Cut it out, bonehead,” Sam gave his lil buddy a friendly uppercut to the chin.
“Oof!” Max rubbed his chin and snickered, Sam talked business but Max could feel his partner’s cheeks heat up between his knees. “Hit me again, I like it!”
“Maybe later, Max. We gotta focus n’ find Bruno first.”
“Ugh, fiiiine.”