"Master, did you see that? The way it's looking at me, it's like it wants to eat me alive!"
On the other side of the camera, the woman who went by the username 'Anti-Leek Crusader' clearly hadn't realized the severity of the situation.
Still playing the victim, she complained to Miles in a frightened, aggrieved tone. All the while, she carefully dragged a gleaming stainless steel dog bowl—one larger than her own head—out from a nearby cabinet.
The moment the emaciated Poochyena saw the bowl, its eyes lit up with a green hunger intense enough to illuminate the night sky.
The low growls rumbling in its throat grew frantic and erratic, its entire body trembling with desperate yearning.
Thick strands of saliva dripped from its sharp fangs onto the floor. It looked ready to snap and lunge for the bowl at any given second.
[Viewer "Late Night No Drinking": Jesus! That dog's gaze is terrifying! That's a starving wolf staring at prime meat, not a pet! I can feel the killing intent through the screen! Don't go near it, lady!]
[Viewer "Keyboard Holmes": Holy crap! It's literally drooling! At this rate, if she doesn't feed it today, it's going to jump up and rip her throat out! Who was blind enough to sell her a Dark-type Pokémon with such extreme aggressive tendencies?]
[Viewer "Veteran Breeder Old Wang": Something isn't right! Look closely at the Poochyena's hind legs—aren't they shaking uncontrollably? And its stomach is so deeply caved in that you can count every single rib! This isn't food aggression; this is a weak, berserk state caused by its body reaching its absolute physical limits!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": Danger! Extreme danger! Under the Fierce Pokémon Domestic Care Act, when a Dark-type exhibits this kind of uncontrollable hunting posture, the owner MUST retreat to a safe distance and use an anesthetic spray! Is she seriously still leaning in? Does she have a death wish?!]
[Viewer "Just Want to Play With Squirtle": Wtf, the vibe in this stream is too fast paced! We went straight to a wilderness survival episode! Master Miles, say something to stop her before we watch a live-action mauling!]
[Viewer "Hardcore Data Analyst": In animal behaviorism, this defensive and offensive posture is known as 'Absolute Defense Under Extreme Resource Scarcity'! That Poochyena clearly sees that stainless steel bowl as its only lifeline! I strongly suspect she hasn't been feeding it nearly enough calories to survive!]
[Viewer "Gentle Nurse Joy": It breaks my heart seeing it reduced to skin and bones, only to be despised by its owner for acting fierce! A Poochyena is in its critical growth phase during infancy. If it lacks nutrition now, it will suffer permanent disabilities!]
Reading the chat feed, Miles noticed that his viewers were already catching onto the truth.
He didn't immediately point it out, though. He wanted to see exactly how outrageously absurd this woman's next actions would be.
"Alright, I'll just sit here and watch," Miles stated plainly, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.
He stared at the screen with deadpan eyes. "Go ahead and feed it. Show me your exact, step-by-step process. I want to see exactly how 'food aggressive' it is."
"Okay, Master, watch carefully! If it goes crazy in a minute, you have to be my witness!"
Taking a deep breath as if she were about to defuse a bomb, the Anti-Leek Crusader nervously placed the oversized steel bowl on the floor.
She then turned to a beautifully packaged bag of premium Pokémon kibble and scooped out a tiny amount with a small plastic trowel.
Clatter—
A few measly pieces of kibble hit the metal bowl with a crisp ring.
"Awooo—Bark!!!"
At the sound of food hitting the metal, the Poochyena could no longer suppress its frenzy. It lunged forward, practically slamming its entire head into the bowl as it frantically licked up those pitiful few pieces of kibble with zero restraint.
But then, something so completely absurd happened that it nearly caused Miles and the entire chat to drop their jaws.
"Oh, wait! Wait a minute! I forgot the most important thing!" the woman suddenly shrieked.
She scrambled around the living room coffee table like a headless chicken.
Ten seconds later, she miraculously produced a tiny, high-precision digital scale—the kind usually used for weighing jewelry or baking ingredients.
Under the bewildered gaze of thousands of viewers, she marched back to the bowl with total solemnity and forcefully dragged it right out from under the Poochyena's nose.
She slipped the mini digital scale beneath the licked-clean bowl and pressed the tare button.
Then, as delicately as if she were distributing a rare, life-saving elixir, she began tapping kibble into the bowl, piece by tiny piece.
Clatter...
The red digital numbers on the scale ticked up agonizingly slowly: 21 grams.
Sitting in front of his computer, Miles stared at the glaring '21g' on the screen.
His face darkened like the bottom of a scorched pot, and his lips twitched violently in sheer disbelief.
'Twenty-one grams?! What is this, the weight of a human soul?! You'd feed a Chihuahua more than that! This is a medium-sized, Dark-type canine!'
Just as Miles was struggling to suppress his mounting fury, the woman's wrist suddenly twitched.
The remaining kibble on her plastic trowel spilled into the bowl in a sudden rush. The numbers on the scale instantly shot up to 60 grams!
"Oh my god! Too much, too much! I went over the limit!" she shrieked in absolute terror, acting as if those sixty grams of kibble were laced with deadly poison.
Completely ignoring the starving Poochyena glaring at the food with green eyes, she actually reached her hand directly into the bowl to snatch the excess kibble back.
The instant her fingers brushed the bowl, the Poochyena—having endured extreme suppression and hunger for far too long—finally snapped.
"Roar—Bark!!!"
Its fur stood on end like hedgehog quills as it unleashed a deafening, savage roar.
Baring fangs meant for tearing into flesh, it lunged violently, snapping its jaws straight toward the woman's outstretched wrist!
"Ahhh!!!"
Color drained from her face as she let out a bloodcurdling scream.
She scrambled backward, stumbling and falling against the edge of the living room sofa.
Trembling uncontrollably and pale as a ghost, she pointed at the Poochyena, which was now desperately guarding the bowl and wolfing down the sixty grams of kibble.
"Master! Did you see that?!" she cried into the camera, her voice breaking. "You saw it with your own two eyes! It tried to bite me! It actually tried to bite my hand off over a tiny bit of food! How is this not an ungrateful, backstabbing mutt?!"
The livestream chat feed completely exploded at the harrowing sight.
[Viewer "Market Insider": Holy shit! That scared the hell out of me! If she hadn't pulled back fast enough, her wrist would have been punctured clean through! This dog is way too aggressive. She can't keep it; it needs to be sent to an official shelter for mandatory quarantine immediately!]
[Viewer "Broke Wage Slave": Crazy! That dog is absolutely crazy! Biting the owner's hand... if there was a kid in the house, the consequences would be unimaginable! Some of those strict trainers are right; vicious dogs like this need to be disciplined with an iron rod!]
[Viewer "Midnight Patrolling Noctowl": Hold on! Let's not condemn the dog just yet! Did you guys see the number on that scale?! 60 grams?! She poured 60 grams of kibble, screamed that it was too much, and then tried to scoop it back with her bare hands?!]
[Viewer "Veteran Breeder Old Wang": Absurd! Absolutely absurd! A Level 7 Poochyena in its growth phase should weigh at least twenty pounds! Sixty grams of kibble isn't even enough to get stuck in its teeth! And she thought that was too much and tried to take it back?! That's literally forcing the dog to bite!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": Case closed, chat! How is this the dog guarding its food? This is clearly the crazy lady guarding the food! The dog finally gets a mouthful of life-saving rations, and she forcefully tries to snatch it right out of its mouth! If it were me, I wouldn't just bite your hand; I'd bite your head off!]
[Viewer "Hardcore Data Analyst": The absolute rock bottom of human intelligence has been ruthlessly breached today. Using a mini scale meant for cat treats to feed a twenty-pound savage wolf! The fact that this dog has survived this long without eating its owner as a midnight snack proves its temperament is practically angelic!]
[Viewer "Just Want to Play With Squirtle": Unbelievable! I thought it was a naturally vicious beast, but it turns out it's just a reincarnated starving ghost! And this lady is out here measuring its meals down to the gram. She was literally pushing the dog to the brink of death! Master Miles, please curse her out. This suffocating stupidity is killing me!]
Having witnessed this astronomically absurd feeding process, Miles froze in his gaming chair.
The confusion, speechlessness, and cold amusement completely vanished from his face, replaced instantly by an extreme, raging fury brought on by sheer stupidity.
"I saw it. Not only did my two eyes see it, but they saw it loudly and clearly!" Miles snapped, his face dark as he pointed at the shivering woman on his screen. "You call that food aggression?! You're the one acting like a rabid dog guarding its food!"
"A twenty-pound Poochyena in the middle of a massive growth spurt! And you're out here feeding it with a cheap digital scale meant for measuring out pinches of sugar?!" he roared, no longer holding back.
"You thought sixty grams was too much?! You actually had the nerve to stick your hand into its bowl and scoop it back?! Do you have any idea what sixty grams of kibble means?! That's the equivalent of an adult human surviving on less than half an egg a day!"
"This dog isn't just going hungry in your house; you're literally starving it into a living mummy! Look at it! Its stomach is touching its spine! Its ribs could be used as a washboard! It finally sees a single bite of food to keep itself alive, and you try to rip it out of its mouth! If it were you, wouldn't you bite someone?!"
Miles's voice grew heavier with every word, laced with unmistakable wrath.
He was furious now, well beyond the point of holding back.
It wasn't just the woman's sheer stupidity that angered him, but the fact that he couldn't stand seeing such a naturally docile life being tortured to the brink of death by this level of ignorant cruelty.
"The fact that it didn't immediately lunge at you, rip your throat out, and feast on your corpse right then and there is a miracle! It's only because the innate docile genes in its bones are desperately suppressing its starving, feral instincts! And you have the audacity to act like the victim here?!"
"B-But..." The Anti-Leek Crusader had tears swirling in her eyes after being thoroughly chewed out.
Feeling incredibly wronged, she offered a meek, unconfident defense. "But... the pet shop owner who sold me this Poochyena gave me strict orders to do this..."
"The owner told me that a Poochyena's stomach is incredibly fragile and that it absolutely cannot overeat. He said I could only feed it fifty grams per meal, not a single gram more, or it would gorge itself to death! I was just doing what was best for it! I was strictly following the breeder's scientific guidelines..."
Hearing this spectacularly absurd, downright anti-intellectual excuse, Miles laughed out of sheer anger, slapping a hand over his own forehead.
[Viewer "Midnight Heartbreak Club": Case closed! Completely cracked wide open! An unscrupulous breeder and an innocently stupid buyer joined forces to create this tragedy of a starving dog! The only reason that shady breeder told you to feed it fifty grams is because if a puppy eats less, it poops less. It saves them money on food, stunts the dog's growth, and keeps it small and cute so it's easier to sell to girls for a higher price!]
[Viewer "Veteran Breeder Old Wang": Master Miles is absolutely right to curse her out! This woman lacks basic common sense! Fifty grams is the portion size for a newborn puppy that hasn't even been weaned yet! This Poochyena is already Level 7! Its body mass has multiplied several times over, and you're still feeding it a newborn's portion?! If that isn't pure animal abuse, what is?!]
[Viewer "Outlaw John Doe": These black-hearted pet shops are a cancer on the industry! They deliberately instruct buyers to use cruel starvation diets just to maintain a puppy's 'cute' size! Lady, you got completely conned by that owner! You're slowly murdering your own dog!]
[Viewer "Golden Lecturer": Master Miles's outburst was so satisfying! W Streamer! Lady, you need to get on your knees and apologize to that dog right now. The fact that it put up with you for this long means it must owe you a debt from a past life!]
[Viewer "Hardcore Data Analyst": This proves that there are no inherently vicious, food-guarding Pokémon—only bafflingly ignorant owners who artificially create the perfect environment for food aggression! Snatching back sixty grams of food... that stunt alone belongs in the Pokémon Hall of Bizarre Behavior!]
[Viewer "Keyboard Holmes": Lmaooo! I'm dying over here! This lady got scolded by Master Miles so hard she doesn't even dare to squeak anymore. Hurry up and give the dog more food! Look at it; it's practically licking the metal bowl clean enough to use as a mirror!]
Reading the screen full of comments condemning both the shady breeder and her own lack of common sense, the woman's face shifted between shades of red and white.
She finally realized she had made an incredibly foolish and fatal mistake.
"Sister, you should have figured this out even if you were thinking with your heels!"
Miles pointed at the Poochyena on the screen, lecturing her with the frustration of someone trying to teach a brick wall. "How big was it when you first bought it? It was the size of a little potato! How big is it now? It comes up to your shins!"
"Its body is frantically growing bones and muscles! Did you really think its appetite wouldn't multiply along with it?!"
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