Since it is night, nobody is at the dog park. Well, not really. There is a couple homeless people with their carts and individual dogs. Some of the homeless people are black, some are of them are Hispanic, and a few are white veterans. Loki sat down on a bench watching the Motorcycle Husky run off to a white fluffy dog lowly barking. The two dogs chase after one another. This act is thoroughly amusing to see two dogs flirting.

"Yo' white man!" The Hispanic homeless man said. "Get your dog on a leash!"

"I am having too much fun watching," Loki said, rejecting the notion to stop the motorcycle husky.

"This is my Sherly, my one and only dog being groomed for the Beauty Dog Contest!" The Hispanic homeless man said.

"So?" Loki asks.

"If she has breed with a mutt then she is disqualified," The Hispanic homeless man said.

"THAT IS NOT A MUTT!" Loki raises his voice. "That dog is a pure husky and he's quite fathomaly a handsome one that a dog like yours can breed with. He is clean, he does not have a flea,and since I made him this husky is better than any male dog on this forsaken realm!"

"I have her slated to breed with a majestic golden retriever!" The Hispanic homeless man said.

"It is not as if she is in heat right now," Loki said.

"She is!" The Hispanic homeless man said.

"Motorcycle, come back!" Loki shouts, and with that he ran after the motorcycle husky.

The Hispanic homeless man glares after Loki's direction. Fifteen minutes later Loki comes back with both dogs wearing a frown. However, the two dogs were almost inseparable when strolling along the very green path in the park with their tongues sticking out. We see from the distance behind the Hispanic homeless man that the T-800 is coming into the scenery thanks to the park lights.

"Here is your dog," Loki said, as Sherly nudges the side of the motorcycle husky.

"We are leaving Sherly," The Hispanic homeless man said, tugging Sherly away.

Sherly whines while being tugged away by her master.

The motorcycle husky howls jumping up and down.

"You are not going to be a dog for long," Loki said, glaring down towards the dog.

The motorcycle husky whines. T-800 came up to Loki apparently being one foot shorter than Loki. Now that is a little amusing to think of Loki being taller than the earth bound deadly machine made directly off the automatic assembly lines in the future.

"You stole my motorcycle," T-800 said.

Loki looks up towards T-800.

"I did not steal your motorcycle," Loki said.

"Negative, you are lying," T-800 said.

"How do you expect I am lying?" Loki asks, with a frown/.

"Your eyes are not agreeing with you," T-800 said. "Return my motorcycle, or else."

The motorcycle husky looks up towards Loki.

"Or else what?" Loki asks, challengingly folding his arms.

The motorcycle husky turns his head towards T-800.

"I will terminate every mortal human you know," T-800 said.

"You do not know a word about me," Loki said, assuming that T-800's creators did not put in Norse Mythology into his rusty brain.

"Negative," T-800 said. "I do."

"Who am I then?" Loki asks.

"Loki Odinson of Asgard about a thousand years old; prince of lies and god of mischief," T-800 said.

Loki unfolds his arms.

"Stop speaking like a machine and speak like a man," Loki said.

"My files say you are out of this war," T-800 said. "If you do not want me to go after valuable assets such as your numerous human flings then you must turn the husky into a motorcycle. You do not want to be in this war."

"What war?" Loki asks, puzzled.

"A war between man and machines," T-800 said. "I have one mission and I intend to keep it."

"Which is?" Loki asks.

"Protect John Connor from the T-1000," T-800 said.

"You must be high," Loki said. "Or mad."

"I do not expect you to believe me," T-800 said.

"No one believes a lunatic," Loki notes. "What is your name?"

"T-800," T-800 said. "Terminator T-800 Cyberdyne Systems Model 101. Or if you like to call me T-101."

"I will go with a much more common name," Loki said. "Are you an Uncle of someone?"

"My mission is to protect John Connor," T-800 said.

"So you are Uncle Bob," Loki said, off assumption.

"I can not comply," T-800 said.

Loki furrows his eyebrows.

"Stop acting like you have no idea what family relation is!" Loki said.

"Will you believe it if I hunt you down in 2010 when you are a mortal?" T-800 asks.

Loki grew furious.

"Do not threaten me!" Loki demands. "I can do more harm on you than most mortals can."

"I am simply stating a fact," T-800 said.

"I am a god, not a mortal!" Loki said.

"Then give my motorcycle back if you are a god," T-800 said.

"I do not see your name on it," Loki said.

"Do not test me, Frost Giant," T-800 said.

"What did you just call me?" Loki asks, as his hands clench up into a fist.

"Frost Giant," T-800 said.

Loki sends T-800 crashing into a tree.

"Do not insult my heritage!" Loki shouts, taking a step forwards in rage. "I am a Asgardian and you should mind your language."

T-800 gets up.

"What?" Loki said. "That should have killed you!"

"I am a Terminator," T-800 said, approaching Loki and the motorcycle husky. "I can dish it out; as you have told me before."

"Never said dish it out," Loki said.

"You will tell me," T-800 said.

"You are mad," Loki said.

"You were there when I was activated with John Connor," T-800 said. "Give back the motorcycle."

Loki's clench loosens.

"...Fine," Loki said,reluctantly.

Loki turns the motorcycle husky back into a standard motorcycle.

"Stay out of my way and you won't get involved," T-800 said, getting onto the motorcycle putting the shot gun into the gun sheath. "If you do not want to get close with Knight Tackdottir."

"Knight?" Loki said. "It has been years since I had come across her!"

"Like I said," T-800 said, turning on the motorcycle. "Do not get involved if you want to remain single."

Loki has a laugh at T-800's comment.

"I prefer to be very single, thank you very much," Loki said

T-800 drove off out of the park leaving Loki behind.

"Why would Knight be part of a war involving mortals and machines?" Loki asks himself.