Once upon a time in the bustling heart of Brooklyn, Liz swiped right on a guy named Mike who had an adorable puppy as his profile picture. Their chat was filled with witty banter and playful teasing, so naturally, she agreed to meet him at a local bar called "The Barking Dog." It was only fitting, considering the puppy. When Liz arrived, she was greeted not by Mike, but by a strange man who looked suspiciously like a budget version of Jason Momoa. He had a shirt that read "Dude, Where's My Dog?" and a suspicious number of empty beer glasses in front of him. As she approached cautiously, he grinned and said, “Mike couldn’t make it; I’m his brother, Chad! Is it too soon for a shot?” Before Liz could even process what was happening, Chad had slid a shot of tequila in front of her. “C'mon, live a little!” he said, guzzling his drink like it was water. Now, Liz had a solid policy against drinking with strangers, but she figured, “How bad could this be?” It turned out, very bad. Chad, despite his apparent charm, had the subtlety of a sledgehammer and the conversational skills of a chatty squirrel. He began detailing his latest conspiracy theory about how pigeons are actually government surveillance drones. Midway through a particularly heated explanation involving tin foil hats, Liz noticed a small, fleecy creature dart