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The Mia Man was mad. Someone had stolen his pet dog. This was an automatic credit. He would get even. No matter the time line. The stolen dog was handsome and intelligent. His name was Peter.

Word went out a white and black dog was missing. 'Such a body', was the thief. Everybody knew him. Nobody dared move against him. Only the Mia Man could, should, would. He took his time. It was a big hangover.

Time to banish the enemy to the moon. The Mia Man knocked on 'Such a body's' door. Two riot guns, both Winchester and Remington, got a result. Mia Man pressed both triggers and kneecapped his enemy.

In seconds it was over. 'Such a body' was bundled into the space cadet capsule and the fuse was lit. The Mia Man upended the big steel kitchen table and hid. After a minute the rocket launched. Fizz, boom, whoosh!

'Such a body' was on the way to the moon. The dog didn't matter; he wasn't real. Peter the dog was made in Taiwan and plastic. With a fake woof and growl. Mia Man had just eradicated an enemy. Time for a beer.