Suspicious meat pies

I was at some party with my extended family. We were eating meat pies. They asked me to grab these two little dogs that were running around and put them in the basement so they would stop bothering people. I did as much, but when I got to the basement stairs, I realized they were not stairs at all, but a chute leading down into an oven.

Then was working for Jhin. He lived in a mansion with an in-house bar, where he ordered me a vodka. “HA HA, YES,” I said. “I DRINK.”¹

1. Jello’s addition:
   PLASTER: I actually don’t drink alcohol
   JHIN: Oh don’t worry this is antifreeze