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Do you know what I love about hoomans?
Their flavor?
No, it’s their big ugly pink jellybean toes!
There is something really really wrong with you.
I love their big pink jellybean towels.
Srsly?
No, I lied. I’m OK with body heat and can-opening thumbs, but the rest is pretty meh.
Somewhere out there…
No singing!
How about conjuring? As in Mister Mistopholes, the original…
Don’t make me come over there and slap you silly.
Can somebody make this hat work?
Like dis?
No, like dis. I haz headscarfs!
In Catistan, Cat wears you as hat!
Is this a mousie I see before me, it’s squeaker toward my paw?
Hey Gurl!
Wait, did he just ‘hey gurl,” Lady MacMurderpaw?
Yupper.
Okay, cool.
Mmmm, toes…
That’s it, I’m out. Tag my paw.
Absolutely not. I am NOT getting involved in this one.
It’s just Jeeves, he probably thinks they’re little bald mice.
My gallop ends in wall. Fuzzy, comfy…zzzzzzzz
That boy is a ten gallon hat on a three gallon mind.
Wait, are we doing a cowboy theme? I forgot my saddle.
I’ll just be over here doing a facepaw.
I’m sooooooooo bored.
Sounds like a job for random leezard!
…the hell?
________________________Yeah, so much that.
Everybody love leezard! Especially teeny leezard.
No, really, they don’t.
But, and I want to emphasize this: RANDOM LEEZARD!
That’s just no okay.
Quick form circle of defense!
*sings* My umbrella has a first name…
Where’s the mute button?
I don’t think he has one.
Don’t be hatin’ on my muzics.
It’s not the song so much…
What are the birds doing with that rocket launcher?
Oooh, I can’t watch.
Do not want rockets.
Do you ever get the feeling you missed a meeting?
___________________________________Every damn day.
Into the bunker!
I string, you string, we all string for icetring!
That is NOT how that goes.
I box, you box…
Still no.
