Of course! Here is the sequel rewritten in the glorious Desciclopédia style, with military sarcasm, dog drama and low-level diplomacy:
The soldier — colder than a motel refrigerator — points the barrel of his gun at Ahote as if he were choosing who will pay the bill.
"Are you the leader of this furry farce?", he asks, with the same enthusiasm as a tax inspector.
"It's me," Ahote replies, with that voice of an epic trailer voice actor, trying to hide the fact that inside he is already in "help" mode.
"So let's go, buddy: you are violating the peace agreements signed between the glorious American army and the Council on Interspecies Relations. This canine gathering is illegal. Either put an end to it now, or you're going to get fucked up."
Ahote tries to maintain his pose as a rebel union leader:
"I'm sorry, sir. The Council never signed off on this DLC with armed peacekeepers walking around like they were extras from Mad Max. Nor did they accept this new 'work yourself into a carpet' mode."
The soldier gives a slight twitch of his nose, a typical expression of someone who has smelled an expired snack, but soon returns to his standard stone face — the one that comes with the rank.
"Mr. Ahote, perhaps you should read the terms and conditions of the game. Especially the part that says: do not hit NPCs armed with automatic rifles."
"Sorry, Colonel. But who is the extra who is spouting this nonsense, again?"
"Colonel Williams, US Army. And that's enough dialogue. Dismiss this dog show now, and maybe you can go back to your jobs as good, obedient civilians."
"No," Ahote growls, trying to look brave, although his tail is twitching like a leaf. "We think, feel and pay taxes. We are conscious beings, not civil servants without vacations."
Williams, clearly a follower of the "Shoot First, Ask Questions Later" school of diplomacy, takes the sprint of an Olympic athlete with a speedrun activated, sticks the barrel of the gun into Ahote's temple and says:
"You have the rights I say you have. And if you want, I'll make a tutorial on how to execute it RIGHT NOW!"
Now, you, the hero of the story who until now was just enjoying the event like someone watching a reality show, have a few options:
Attack Colonel Williams, because why not solve everything with a good kick in the kidneys?
Go back to the crowd and shout "UAAAAARGH" to see if anyone gets into the revolutionary mood.
Try to talk to the colonel, although the man clearly only hears his own anger and the sound of marching boots.
Negotiate, as if this were a game of Diplomacy and not a near massacre.
Try to remember that blessed paragraph hidden in the peace agreement that no one ever read, but that would be very useful now. Like Ctrl+F in the brain.
Choose your poison, revolutionary. Because one thing is certain: if you don't act, Ahote will become a statistic.
Do you want me to continue with more choices in this style, or turn this into a full narrative game in the style of a "joke gamebook"?