It was a dark and stormy night when Puff the Doge decided to have an existential crisis. 'Is my fur really that fluffy?' he thought to himself. 'Am I truly a good boy?'
Puff's best friend, a wise old pug named Phil, tried to reason with him.
'Dude, you're a doge. You're basically perfect. You're like, 90% fur.'
'But what about the rest?' Puff asked, his voice trembling with uncertainty.
'The 10% of you that's not fur? That's, like, your soul or whatever.'
Puff looked unconvinced.
'I don't know, man. That sounds kinda... sketchy.'
Just then, the doorbell rang. It was Puff's arch-nemesis, a sassy cat named Whiskers.
'Ha! You're finally questioning your existence, Puff!' Whiskers cackled. 'I've been waiting for this day!'
'What do you want, Whiskers?' Puff asked, his voice firm.
'I just wanted to remind you that you're not special, Puff. You're just a doge in a world full of other doges.'
'That's not true!' Puff protested.
'Oh really?' Whiskers said, raising an eyebrow. 'I've seen the memes, Puff. I've seen the dank memez.'
'Those are just, uh, "artistic expressions,"' Puff said, trying to save face.
'Save face? Ha! You're just trying to cover up your own existential dread!' Whiskers cackled.
Puff looked at Phil, who just shrugged.
'Dude, I think we're in over our heads,' Phil said.
Next Episode: "Puff's Existential Crisis Continues"