It was said that the reactionary kitty cat, as they named her, refused to leave her tower due to a crippling fear that a giant panther would eat her. Knowing fine well she herself was a panther.
“your accent, my dear, is quite beguiling. It sounds like you are from a faraway land, always ready for a fight”.
-is that a wish formulated, fine sir? If not I’d suggest elocution lessons for people up north to avoid any unnecessary conflict.
“It is in you, the scary, in you. I have located it. It sits just behind that furry-wispy-ebony-oily mask you call a face. You are serotonin! Just say it and serotonin me! I am terribly depressed.”
NO
and here are some doodles I did today as a reactionary cat:
'could have blew stuff up but instead I drew this'
'could have built a commune. but I said no'
'I am horrible'
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