

"Hullo, Gromit!" he calls cheerily, as he hears the bedroom door open behind him. He turns to see his long-suffering canine friend enter the bedroom with an awkward, shuffling gait, clad in a pair of eye-wateringly tight leather chaps. Wallace's morning wood quickly wilts and shrivels down to a tiny plasticine nub.
"Gromit! You KNOW it's tartan bondage gear this weekend!" he berates his dog. "You've got THE INCORRECT LEGWEAR!!"
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"Gromit! You KNOW it's tartan bondage gear this weekend!" he berates his dog. "You've got THE INCORRECT LEGWEAR!!"

They're rather good...
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No branching out allowed
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with someone patting someone's fanny and whispering "Awooga" in their ear?
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