Dragged over to Quinn by Arale, Kraft found the dog in a frenzy, his head raised as he let out wolf-like howls of "Awooo! Awooo!"
Kraft sniffed and could faintly smell urine. Just then, Harrow came over piloting a Humanoid MS to clean up the floor Quinn had soiled. Without a word, the dog pounced on the robot, wrapped himself around its leg, and started thrusting his hips.
Kraft did not rush to stop Quinn. Instead, he first took out a healing injector and gave himself a shot, treating both the bruises from the collision earlier and the arm Arale had dislocated by dragging him.
Glancing at Arale, who was sticking out her tongue and grinning foolishly at him, Kraft thought it over for a moment and decided against lecturing her. With her personality, she would surely forget the moment she turned around. Such a minor issue was not worth the time and effort he had spent correcting her bad habit of playing with poop.
He walked over to Quinn, grabbed him by the scruff, and pulled him off the robot's leg. Holding the dog still, Kraft asked Angela a question.
"How do you usually deal with this?"
"Normally, you could find a female dog for Mr. Quin to mate with, but we don't have one here." Angela hesitated, glanced at the dog, who was still struggling even after being tied up, and continued, "Or we could have Mr. Quin neutered..."
"What?!"
Quinn, who had been flopping around on the floor like a fish out of water, stopped struggling. He turned his stiff neck and stared at Angela in disbelief.
"Neutering?! You think that's reasonable?!"
"Uh..."
Kraft scratched his head and looked at Quinn in some distress.
"That doesn't seem like a good idea..."
"Exactly, exactly! Boss, you can't do