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Dog finally stood up, his joints popping like bubble wrap. "Disappearing monsters? That sounds like work. I hate work. Eurico, grab the toolkit."

"Boss," Eurico said, sighing. "The landlord called. He says if we don't pay the rent, he's going to evict us. Also, he’s pretty sure you ate his cat."

"Speak for yourself," Paimon muttered, finishing her third sundae. "I'm still hungry." Location: The gritty streets of Lisbon, Portugal 🇵🇹 The Team: Dog Mendonça: Hard-boiled werewolf detective. Eurico: Ex-pizza delivery guy and unpaid apprentice. Paimon: Ancient demon in a little girl's body. Gargoyle Head: Floating, loony, and surprisingly helpful. the-interactive-adventures-of-dog-mendonca

"It's a setup!" Eurico shouted as they stood in the middle of a Nazi bunker that had somehow been transported to the 1980s. "The big revelation is coming! I can feel it!"

Dog didn't look up from the newspaper. "I didn't eat his cat, Eurico. I merely interrogated it. It was a person of interest in a saucer-of-milk racketeering scheme." Dog finally stood up, his joints popping like bubble wrap

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"The toolkit is just a flashlight and a half-eaten pepperoni slice," Eurico muttered, but he got up anyway. I hate work

As they delved deeper, Eurico realized he was the only one actually doing any investigating. Dog was too busy flirting with every supernatural entity with a pulse (and some without), while Paimon—the demon trapped in the body of a little girl—was more interested in finding a decent ice cream shop than solving the conspiracy.