Deadwood

Karama's results were less than ideal. After living together for several years, Hogg had confirmed that this unlucky girl was an idiot, nowhere near a fraction of his own peerless wisdom.

Knowledge changed one's destiny. Karama, who was determined to become a tycoon, hoped to drain every last bit of knowledge from Hogg's doggy brain. Then she could contribute the technology in exchange for a stake and make money while lounging around.

She'd learned the term "contribute technology in exchange for a stake" from Hogg, but making money while lounging around was one thing; the technology part was another. Getting a stake was at least possible.

"Karama! You've followed me for so many years, and I've done everything I could for you as your teacher. I may not have spoon-fed you every last bit of knowledge, but I've certainly taught you everything hands-on! So what have you been doing?"

"You've failed every subject! Even the dogs I keep are better than you. All you've learned is glassblowing. Are you trying to drive me to an early grave?"

Under questioning, Karama crouched with her arms over her head, her little face full of unspeakable grievance. She thought, What the hell are you teaching me? It'd be weirder if someone from my era understood plasma engines.

"Hogg, stop scolding me. I know I was wrong, but you're a dog. How could you keep another dog?"

"Arf! (Piercing screech.) Why are you correcting me about that?" Hogg was so furious that his fur stood on end, and drool pooled beneath his muzzle. He could no longer stand this idiot.

Looking at his pitiful, foolish apprentice, Hogg doubted his teaching ability for the first time. The things he taught were all incredibly simple, so why couldn't she learn them?

Hogg had taught Mortarion, Angron,