Can you tell me where we're headin', Lincoln county road or armageddon

Pestilence was.. puzzled, to say the least, but good naturedly sat down upon her ass and flung out her paws from beneath her, inspecting them and the shoes she had purchased. Her monkey collected the items from the table and - with a curious, 'are you sure about this?' glance, began to attempt to slip the shoes upon Pestilence's paws. She cleared her throat while the monkey worked, the sound becoming a hacking cough. "Well, at least when I die I'll have some fancy shoes to die wearing?" The monkey shrugged it's shoulders, continuing it's attempt at somehow fixing a shoe to a wolf paw.