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Russ sighed contentedly looking over his shoulder as he and his fellow canid exited onto the street. The half-darkened neon sign flickered back at him announcing the name of the massage parlor, Masseustela. It was a seedy looking little place in a bad part of town, which he had always tried to avoid, and had a reputation for providing 'extra services'.

Nick nudged his arm with his elbow grinning like an idiot, "Well? Didn't I tell you?"

Nick had been bugging Russ non-stop for quite some time to join him here, promising the best massage he's ever had. He'd constantly resisted, both because of where the seedy looking place was and because of the low standards he knew his friend had. But he'd finally grown tired of the relentless nagging and agreed to join him, if just to shut him up.

He had been surprised by a super clean upscale looking interior. The outside may be a dump, but what they said was true, never judge a book by its cover. "Okay, fine. You were right. That was the most incredible massage I've ever had. I had no idea a weasel's long flexible body could do things like that."

"Actually," Nick's stupid grin widened, "That was a stoat, not a weasel."

Russ rolled his eyes, "Ok, fine, whatever, you come here often enough. You probably know all their names and personal histories."

"Yes, yes I do!" He continued grinning like an idiot.

"Geez would you stop grinning like that, you know it creeps me out, and if someone in this neighborhood saw you they'd kick our asses." Russ huffed.

"Geez, fine, it's just that they're sensitive about it."

"Ok, fine, enlighten me, how can you tell the difference between a weasel and a stoat?"

"Well, one is weaselly recognized and the other is stoatally different."

Russ groaned and punched Nick in the arm, "Oh My God! I hate you, shut up! You've been saving that one all night haven't you?"