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My cat titled this post by trundling over my keyboard. I'm going to allow it. It's probably closer to the corrct spelling of mmONstor RNinchYr than i would have managed. 

Let's all say a fond farewell to Rowsby Woof. The most loyal, stupid, vicious, dumbass dirty dog that ever dumped itself out of a bitch's butthole, even though he was made from a disc. Oh we had some grand adventures together, me and that pup. Working him to death on the farm, yelling at him, telling him he's worthless, making him fight other monsters to the death, sending him away to dangerous labor camps and punishing him when he returns without having learned a new attack. 

He was truly man's best friend, and never was there a greater bond between a cool dude and his dipshit animal companion. Except for the one between me and Princess Poopybutt, whom i love infinitely more despite her being ten times the burden and twice as disappointing in almost every way. 

Godspeed Rowsboy Woof, off you go to that even more torturously punishing labor camp in the sky, where all monsters eventually go to be punished forever for their crimes of sloth and failure. Just kidding, he's going in the freezer. 

That means we've arrived back at the best part of the game. Rock n Roll Monster Roulette, sponsored by Groovy Tunes. Wait till you see what George Harrison pukes out onto my ranch. Monster Rancher-mon, I got my mind set on YOU!