"Kevin, how do we talk to a dog?"
Kevin sighed and tossed the phone weakly in the direction of his buffalo milk, head thunking back into his pillow. "Same way you talk to anybody, Sam", he mumbled to himself "Like you're a psychotic madman with weapons training."

*dies laughing*

Obviously, there needs to be fic of Kevin in the bunker and all the insane calls he gets from the boys out hunting. :)