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Walking through the con, I see some suiters nearby

The squeaking that I hear from them makes me want to die

As I look ahead, a giant doggo stops me

He begins to squeak his paws and that is when I try to flee

I'm surrounded by them now, and they begin the squeaking

Bombarded by the fur, the squeaking doesn't quit

I feel like I'm hell, trapped in the deepest pit

They clap their paws and squeak away, there is no room to run

The squeaking is relentless and they won't soon be done

I've reached a new level of insanity

The squeaky paws have claimed another victim

But I am not the last...