“Anything to keep your amygdala and frontal lobe docile!”
“...and they're gonna fail disastrously, and then - y'know what they're gonna do? They're gonna take the economy down with 'em! They're young, they're eager, they're naive, and they're entitled, and that's a deadly combination!”
Puppies are disastrously miscalculated attempts at fine-tuning the most volatile of incrementally-constructed canine invertebrates with an oddly-shaped neurotoxin originating from a rusty headphone jacks. Tacks.
They are also organic meat machines, much favored in primitive society not just for their ability to consume large amounts of meat, but also for their ability to work like so-called "dogs" later in life, as well as for their occasional use as a comestible main dish when other food is hard to come by due to drought or forest fires or famine or what-have-you.
The word "puppy" is from the French word for "doll" (which is actually pronounced "poopy" in French but it's French, so go figure). Puppies are called that because of the similarities they have to haunted dolls: They move, they make noise, they chew on things, they go "bump" in the night, and they can scare the daylights out of you if you encounter one unexpectedly, say, for instance, in the bottom of your bowl of cornflakes in the morning before you've had your second cup of coffee.
Haunted dolls are best known for chewing on people's throats, of course, rather than their shoes (which are preferred by "puppies"), but no analogy is perfect.
Shoes have been a popular diet item for ages (mostly during hard times), and Hushpuppies, which are made of pork are considered exceptionally good among those who like that sort of thing.
The soft foam soles, combined with the chewy uppers, are really excellent with whipped cream. If they're cooked in a broiler with a dollop of ice cream inside, they're called Baked Appalachia and they're better than any Baked Alaska you'll ever eat.
In fact there's only one really major drawback to having hushpuppies for dinner, which is that you must know exactly who's on the guest list before you start popping shoes in the oven for everyone's delight. The problem is that not everybody is willing to eat pork, either because they don't eat pigs, or because they don't eat factory farmed pigs, or because they don't eat meat, or because they're actually gray aliens from Aldebaron III and they can't eat anything containing Earth-based protein sequences without getting a terrible case of the farts. In all of those cases, you'd do well to consider a different dessert.
Popping puppies while mopping the guppies in front of those overly entitled yuppies... call those atrocities puppers. Evermore evil as the embodiment of a docile force, puppers cannot regard the shadows that stalk them any longer. Consider the heat, for once, as a pupper gnaws his back to death like meth as a reprisal for the cerebral concoctions of sawn-off auctions that closed themselves off to the world because of a fruit newt. Suit.
- Yes, really. They're made of pork. Google it if you don't believe me.