*The camera shows Wes Bravo sitting in his luxury room full of lit candles. He stares into the camera with a huge smile on his face as he reaches over and takes a sip of his Mimosa. He then sets it back down to the side.*Wes
"Suppose I told you that dogs and humans alike can understand each other to a certain degree. That they can speak to each other on the same level and have that same sense of understanding. This is, of course, a fantasy world scenario and I am indeed molding minds by putting together a fictional world. Well now, lets think about that for a moment, lets think that dogs specifically could communicate with humans on the same level. In this world would the humans respect the dogs more? Would the dogs try and turn on their once supposed masters and even the odds? There really is no telling, but, a majority of people would think that both species could live together in harmony. That they would never break that loyal bond between man and dog, thus proving true the absolute label of mans best friend. Dogs are dogs, plain and simple. It does not matter if they could communicate or not, they will never be on the same level as humans. Humans were dubbed the masters years ago for a reason, that reason being that they were the better of the species. Humans were dominate, their has never been a time where dogs ran the world to a degree that humans have and even if there were, the humans would come along and send the dogs running back to their holes in the ground. In this fantasy world it would only be fitting to have a fairy tale ending, but the ending you're looking for is not the one played out in my mind. The ending is that all dogs are banished. The truce is broken, you are no longer mans best friend but instead their servant. That is the way it was painted to be, dogs serve man, their is no friendship. What does this have to do with anything you are probably questioning, well its very simple indeed, it is a metaphor young chaps. A metaphor, a funny way of walking around the truth. The metaphor is that their are far too many dogs wandering about in the world that belongs to man."
*Wes gets up from his luxury seating and continues to walk down the hall.*Wes
"I say, somewhere along the line this fantasy world that I spoke of has somehow come true. Dogs have been able to communicate with their masters and not only that, but they have convinced them to share the same luxuries and spoils that they have to enjoy for themselves. It is absolutely revolting to think that everything I worked for could be unceremoniously split in half with a dirt dwelling mutt just out of a gesture. A gesture such as sharing is nothing to me. It comes out of kindness something I do have I will admit but I do not have it when it comes to those who want, and feed, and just take and take. Say, if I were to go to the market and pick up a grade A, top of the line beef steak, come all the way back to my home and continue on cooking that steak. I would prepare a feast for one based off of my effort in going to collect all of the necessities in order to enjoy a perfect, well deserved meal. Now, as I sit down to enjoy this meal, after it is complete of course, a mutt comes out of the woodwork and glances upon me and my plate. They sit there and stare with their sad eyes, they want, they beg, they sit there and hope that you can somehow muster up the decency to throw them just a piece. Just a piece, that is all they claim to want. Only, it does not stop there, if you were to throw that piece, which most do out of guilt, they quickly suck it up and go back to wanting more. They keep staring, keep gawking, keep looking and begging, they cannot get enough. Point being, YOU have went out and obtained the steak, YOU have worked to prepare the glorious meal, YOU have done all of the hard work and yet THEY have come to just try and take as much as they can until it is all gone. You can be a very kind person, that is not what this is about, it's about setting rules, drawing lines, making your intentions known and very clear that YOU are the better half. That whatever YOU want YOU deserve and should not be entitled to give it away. Most do out of good nature, they think in their mind that they are being the better person when deep down they already were."
*Wes walks up the stairs and puts on a black robe.*Wes
"I have figured out that most may think my rant is about actual dogs and they will come to the conclusion that I hate animals and am an abuser. Do not call PETA, this is not about family pets. This is about what is right and what is wrong, the WWG is infested with lower class scum that come along just to suck up everything the people there have worked for. Who am I to talk you probably question, I am, after all, the new guy in town. I feel like I am one of the most qualified men to speak on this matter because this does not only happen in the WWG. It happens all around the world and I have seen it a number of times I tell you. What I am trying to do is rid the WWG of the lower class and if I cannot get them out completely I will certainly put them where they belong and that is underneath the table. The dogs belong on the floor, laying in their beds eating kibble out of a tin. You want my steak dinner? Too bad, get your own, and if you cant, so be it, leave me to enjoy mine. My proposition is still very serious, those fortunate like me I again, extend my hand and loyalty to you, asking you for your help. Please, restore order within the WWG, let us band together and make the dogs lye down. Let it be the way it should, let us all sit at our table eating our rightfully deserved meals while the mutts scramble and claw over themselves to try and get a peak at what we have. I am Wesley Bravo, will you do the right thing?"
*Wes then looks off to the side as a silhouette of a woman laying in his bed is in the background. The camera fades to black.*