Thread:Jester of chaos/@comment-30079834-20190429013650/@comment-30079834-20190730041034

Would Ann Moss count for abusing Snitter the fox terrier by pushing him and hitting him with a broomstick during his sleep? When her brother was hit by a truck, she took the opportunity to sell him to the A.R.S.E. and she claimed that Snitter had an aggressive nature and he received numerous brain surgeries, similar to how Napoleon sold Boxer to Whymper's glue factory and how Ms. Grunion wanted to make Mr. Peabody and Sherman's lives miserable. When Digby Driver came to visit her, she lied to him that she had nothing to do with Snitter and told him that her brother was dead. When Driver learned the truth from Alan's letter, he went to confront her and interrogated her about how she sold him. I know she has a page, but if that doesn't sound like it's enough, here's the transcript for Driver's confrontation with Ann:

Ann Moss: Mr. Driver... what... what... you're very early... I... Mr. Driver, what's the meaning of this intrusion? I can't talk to you now. I'm just going... Mr. Driver, will you please leave my house at...

Digby Driver: You can scream the bloody place down, you cruel, cold-hearted bitch! Now get this: I'm not going to be lied to and messed around any more, see, whatever you do to other people. I haven't got much time; and you're not dealing with a gentleman now, either, so just watch it, because I'm angry. If you try fainting or throwing hysterics, all that'll happen is you'll wish you hadn't, got it? Now, listen. Your brother knows that that's his dog, and he knows that it's alive. You didn't tell him you'd sold it, did you? You told him it ran away. Why did you let me think your brother was dead? Why? Come on, Mrs. Bloody Moss, you dirty, lying cow, tell me the truth or I'll break your neck, so help me Christ I will! I'm angry, see, and I might forget myself!

Ann Moss: Mr. Driver, don't you dare to lay hands on me! You'll regret it...!

Digby Driver: Are you afraid of me? So you damn' well ought to be. Well, the remedy's in your own hands. Tell me the truth and I'll go. And mind it is the truth this time. Because if it's not, I'll make the whole blasted country loathe the name of Mrs. Moss, you see if I don't!

Ann Moss: I... I... always hated the dog! I hoped... hoped my brother would get married... he used to make use of the dog to tease me... I know he did, the house always so untidy and... and mud all over the floor... my brother didn't care! The dog caused the accident, people saw it. They told me the dog ran on the crossing and my brother ran out after it. I hated the dog, why should I be expected to keep it? Oh! Oh!

Digby Driver: Come on! What else?

Ann Moss: I sold the dog to the research people. They promised me I'd never see it again! They said it would never leave the station alive.

Digby Driver: You took it up there yourself? And you took the money and spent it on yourself, didn't you? Keep talking.

Ann Moss: When you came to see me, I knew that if I told you my brother was... was alive you'd go and see him and he'd get to know what had happened. And then I realized you thought he was dead, so I let you go on thinking... why shouldn't I?... oh, hoo, hoo! I'm frightened, Mr. Driver, I'm frightened of you.

Digby Driver: You needn't be, Mrs. Moss, you rotten, spiteful sow, because I'm leaving your shit-house now. You'll be delighted to know I'm on my way to see your brother in the hospital. And I can let myself out, thanks.