Methought I heard a cry: Sheep no more! MacCat does murder sheep!
STAHP!
That innocent sheep, sheep that knits up the woolen sleeve of care…
That’s not okay, dude.
Is this a tail I see before me, it’s furmination towards my butt?
Dammit, that’s not even the same speech!
Or art thou but a tail of mind, a false furation, proceeding from heat-oppressed brain?
We the assembled cats of the tribunal find you guilty of crimes against Shakespeare.
Shakespeare? Who dat?
I can’t even. Me neither. GO HOME, JEEVES, you’re…well, Jeeves. Sigh.