sadlikeknives | Kittens: A Comedy

George: Hey, you. Petty Human. My litter pan is too filty to crap in. Clean it.
Expressed as: Meeeep! Meee-eep! Mew.
Me: Am writing Age of Heroes. Maybe later.
George: Then I will crap in your room!
Me: Ah! But the door to my room is guarded by fifty men.
George: Really?
Me: No. A doorknob.
George: Hmm. A doorknob. What are our liabilities?
Miss Bailey: Well, we don't have opposable thumbs.
George. Dammit. And our assets?
Miss Bailey: My strength, and your brains. And that bug over there's sword. If it has a sword.
George: We're doomed!
Miss Bailey: Yeah, I know, because you totally don't have a brain.
Me: All right, fine, I'll clean your damned litter pan.

In related news (see second line), I am searching for someone(s) to help me edit Age of Heroes with a chainsaw tomorrow. It was supposed to be seven pages, I think. It's currently at twelve, single-spaced, and I'm not quite done. I don't think I'll get in trouble if it's longer, but almost four times longer is starting to push it a little.