Where the cat stands on all this.
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Meanwhile, back on the Thoos’s ship where there was “absolutely nothing interesting happening,” Purrloin woke up, stretched, and walked to the back room, where she found the medi-Bot. Purrloin said, “Medi-bot, good, there you are. You’ve gotta help me out. Ever since I got this translator chip implanted in me, I can actually understand the utterly batshit inane loop-dee-doo things that people actually say. I swear if I have to listen to them for one more day, im going to claw my eyes out.” The medi-bot said, “Now imagine all that, but you also have to obey them.” Annoyed, Purrloin said, “Um, excuse me. We were talking about me, not about your frivolous quibbles.”
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I knew it! Purrloin can talk! However, being a cat, he just doesn’t care. 🙂
When would it have to Purrloin’s advantage to say anything? Especially around or to people who are utterly batshit inane?
She.
“You’ve gotta help me out.”
“We were talking about me, not about your frivolous quibbles.”
Hey, let’s resolve the whole ‘attracting flies’ honey vs. vinegar debate. Nice opening volley, Purrloin.
.
“The absolutely worst thing is understanding what they mean when they ask you to do a CAT scan on me ten times a day. It stopped being funny after the first time.”
“And I have to obey them every time.”
“Hellooo… ME.”
“Are you ever going to cough up that hairball?”
Purrloin best not let them find out he can talk.
She.
Cat’s gotta cat.
Finally… He talks. At least it is not as tedious as the “talking buttons”.
She.
*sigh*
Would “they” have been OK?
No, because Chris keeps writing “she”.
Ooh. This ship has a
shrinefood synth (last panel). Too bad it has no Ruddock.If he ever does talk to them, they might consider spacing him. If he’s lucky.
She. Her.
Love you, Coyoty.
Yep. That’s a cat, all right!
So Purrloin was sandbagging the humans and the tithoronians the whole time. I knew it. But now his patience is at an end. I don’t think he’ll like being cut out of future conversations, however idiotic, because what could come out of them could be surpassingly idiotic. But hey, not my decision to make. I’m just the audience. Now where’d I leave my Dr. Pepper?
Her.
Oop. You’re right. Sorry, lost track.
You know that meme of a middle finger being rubbed in someone’s face? Wouldn’t mind if life did that to Fraulein Purrloin. Repeatedly and with gusto