"Ahh omg. Wait wait I can't find it."
"Hurry up! I can't stay in this position that long."
"Okay. Just... don't move. I got it." -breathe- "This is damn hard."
"AHH IT'S FUCKING HUGE. TAKE IT OUT. TAKE IT OUT."
"I'm gonna spray everywhere!"
And after about half an hour, the miserable dog has had a gazillion [i'm exaggerating... just a little] ticks removed from him, my brother and I have battle scars i.e. scratches all over, and the house smells of de-ticking solution.
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