Am I fat
                    Dollcee said loudly, we have not got an image. If we had an audience, all they would know about us is, an image of an old fat dog with green ears.
     Padoke rose to his feet immediately and asked in a very self-conscious tone, “am I fat?”.
     Dollcee ignored Padoke and maintain her statue like pose.
     Cybo said, don’t worry about it Padoke, no one here cares about you being on the chubby side of a perfect figure.
     Dollcee said, that’s it, no one around here cares about image. It is all about churning out popular culture content and hiding behind an icon of an old fat dog with green ears and a caustic tongue who is not shy about stating his opinion.
     Cybo said, if we had to develop an image of ourselves, we wouldn’t have any time to make popular content.
     Dollcee said, ah, the chicken and egg argument. Bring it out when you feel over whelmed.
     Dos said, I wouldn’t have a clue as to, where to start. Would we need to engage professional image makers and publicists. How could we fit them in the little room?
     Cybo asked, would they expect to be paid, or could we get a machine to do it for us.
     Dollcee said, I give up, negativity is a safety thing. Here, it is what the ship floats on.
     Cybo said, I like that Dollcee, using a ship analogy for our little operation.
     Dos said, count me in, I think it is good as well. Here we are on our good little ship sailing on commitment and optimism.
     Dollcee
asked, why can’t I have a justified psychological melt down without you two throwing “cheer up” existence jackets to me to keep things afloat.
     Cybo said, I am sorry, I didn’t mean to patronise you with an optimistic existence vest. It simply came out of nowhere.
     Dos said, I like the concept of casting off and taking a voyage across “the sea of mysteries”.
     Padoke mumbled, if I was still a wolf, I would not be fat.