Teaching Johnny how to live

((You mean you don't want to eat him? D: ))

Johnny sat there for a minute, then the bench exploded.

Dawg gave a small yell in surprise, shielding himself from the shrapnel flying at him.

Johnny sat on the ground and giggled. "Sorry..." he said. "It must have been that taco I ate!"

Dawg turned around, now with a clothes pin clamped firmly over his nose.

"Okay..." He said, a little uncertainly. "You uh, wanna try that again, or do you think you've got it?"

"Got what?" Said Johnny. "Gas? Yes!"

Dawg stared at him with a look of sheer annoyance (Which he gave to a lot of people).

"Nevermind." He said. "Let's move on."

Dawg thought he might amuse himself, so he walked over to the sidewalk, and said: "Try to figure out how to use this."

Johnny came over and to were Dawg stood. He bent down and sniffed the ground. He tried to take a bite out of the sidewalk.
"Ith yammy!" he said. And all his teeth fell out.

"I'm sure it is." Dawg said dismissively. "Now try this."

He walked onto the sidewalk, and then strolled casually along it, then walked off again.

Johnny watched, wide eyed. "How did you do that?" he said in shocked tones.