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Some would say the pan is empty. They would be right. FUD PLS.
Yes. Fuds. Don’t make me use this claw.
I too would like fuds, just as soon as I figure out how to get back upright.
It’s too late for me. Save yourselves.
Wake me up if this story ever gets to the fudsy ending.
I beached myself.
That’s no beaching, this is a beaching!
Was that really a giant sand turtle?
Also SNEK. SNEK for president.
Somebody kill that thing.
Get Jeeves to do it, I’m painting my nails.
Do what now?
I hate my life.
Shouldn’t that be “hat” your life?
Festive hats and puns. Kill me now.
I am feeling hat anxiety.
I got this!
DIE HAT, DIE!
Hey, we’re running short on pickles!
What I want to know is why he’s in the fridge.
What I want to know is why he’s in MY fridge.
I want to know why I didn’t get to go in the fridge.
I want to know what secrets lurk in the hearts of men.
I want to know how to write my own damn cat blogs, starring…moi.
Paint me like one of your French girls, Jack.
Not this again.
I’m more of a Rubens type…
I am trying to delete this entire thread with my mind.
I was trying to touch my toes, but well, it’s a LOT of work.
GUYS GUYS GUYS COME HERE QUICK AND LOOK
That’s it, I’m out.
You scared away my lunch!
I think it was more likely to eat you, to be honest.
He has a point.
I could take it.
Special Bonus Edition
TuxeDO
TuxeDO NOT
TuxeTRIpod
What’s a martini? I hear they’re good?
This.
I like martinis.
I demand martinis.
I demand martinis and all yer gold too, arrr!
You guys realize cats don’t drink, right? Right?
The choice is killing me.
You’re an electronically addicted cretin. True games are analog.
Like tongue the paw on the kitty?
Oh, Jeeves…
Fuck all y’all. STRING OR DEATH!
Is that…MY TAIL?! AAAAAAAAAH!
…the everloving hell?
She does that. Don’t worry about it.
I kinda am.
Who’s the new guy?
I have queeestions.
