My dog is a dweeb.
Here, he looks normal.
But...take him to the river and he morphs into Jim Carey. His otherwise normal face transforms into yards of jowls flapping in the wind.
He also defies gravity! Newton ain't got nothing on Bruno! F = GMm/R² can just stick it where the sun don't shine!
If he could, he'd also let out deafening screams in frustration à la Howard Dean. He gets frustrated quickly whenever Ryan doesn't throw an object quick enough.
But thankfully, he can only bark.
My dog's a dweeb. But I love him none the same.