Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 5, 2007 15:40:43 GMT -5
Leon reaches into a pocket of his big white lab coat and pulls out a can of Malton Ranger Brand Spam, and digs out a bit with his fingers, tossing it on the floor and waiting. After a few minutes, the pink wannabe pork is pounced by an ill-fed feline.
"This is my cat, Cerberus. I was mistaken, he's not eating brains right now, since i gave him a tenth-shot of an NT syringe. And don't sweat him if he does zed-out, he only goes after other cats."
He searches his pockets for an old spork, somehow still intact, or perhaps it just comes from his never-ending mystery stash of sporks and swizzle sticks. He looks around shiftily for a few moments, holding the spork close to him, then relaxing when no one seems interested, and chowing down on his salty loaf. He wonders aloud if spam is a reincarnation of pork that had bad karma.
"This is my cat, Cerberus. I was mistaken, he's not eating brains right now, since i gave him a tenth-shot of an NT syringe. And don't sweat him if he does zed-out, he only goes after other cats."
He searches his pockets for an old spork, somehow still intact, or perhaps it just comes from his never-ending mystery stash of sporks and swizzle sticks. He looks around shiftily for a few moments, holding the spork close to him, then relaxing when no one seems interested, and chowing down on his salty loaf. He wonders aloud if spam is a reincarnation of pork that had bad karma.
