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*grumbles* What is it with dogs and chasing balls?
*swats at the ball* Actually, that felt pretty good.... -
*Hephaestus tiger staggers in on tweaked legs and sets about forging the bowl of everflowing chococoffeeliciousness*
*In a booming godly voice* Mew! -
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*Stares at Vexxxa with big kitty eyes*
And what do the familiar rooksters get? -
The sea/land capabilities of that otter brigade could complicate tiger dominance of the riverways.
*Makes note to learn what can be used to bribe an otter* -
Wait! Has DC been around recently? Maybe it is one of the rabbit things that turns into a spaceship *nod nod*
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*Bounces in*
FLUFF!!!
And awesome avatar you have there sockpuppt! -
*The tiger bit floats in*
*mechanical sounding* Rawr. -
Why, so he did!
*Trades twipper one holy hand grenade for the lot of catgirl slaves* -
Not much of a turnout today. I think they all must have seen the title and been like "On second thought, let's not go to the Rookery. It is a silly place."
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My name is LCT.
My quest is to own as many catgirl slaves as possible.
Invest in time travel and gather a donut stash from the past.
May I pass to the chococoffeeliciousness now? -
Use the sea turtle as a launching point Fed! Best armor around today!
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Thankies Fed Buddy!
*pays for the chococoffeeliciousness with a doubly-frosted choclate donut* -
*Mans...err, Tigers the bar since nobody else seems to be serving drinks*
*Puts a cool drink on a sea turtle and shoos it in the direction of Neko Bunny* -
*runs in*
Hot sand...hot sand...hot sand...
*dives into the shade*
Iced chococoffeeliciosness, please. -
*Dices, purees, and juices several chocolate donuts in preparation for the Iron Kitteh's masterpiece*
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*Wanders in and attempts to flip on the chefbots, which respond by sparking and giving off a lot of smoke*
Aw, crud. Guess we have to rough it today.
*Hangs an out of order sign on the chefbots and calls the repairperson*
*Sets out cold pizza and whatever other leftovers he can find in the fridge* -
Muse eh?
*wanders by Shecky and whispers* Something something 2425. Just sayin... -
*Claims an appropriate tiger sized bed*
*Shoos the fetish bois away from him* No, no! I require catgirl slaves and chococoffeeliciousness. The tiger commands you! -
*Sir Tiger of the Long Claw wanders in*
Rawr, lady and genteel men. -
Gah!!!!
*Rolls around in pain as he is scissored*
*The crowd goes wild for puppeh*
*The tiger rolls out of the ring and comes back in with the marshmallow chair*
*Gives puppeh a through whomping as the crowd boos* -
*Is tagged in*
*Rolls into the center of the ring looking for an opponent*
*Gets the crowd pumped up while he waits* -
Happy Birthday! So...how many birthday licks are you suppossed to get?
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*Runs in with a burlap cape on*
Tag me in Fed buddy! They cannot defeat the Sackperson Union!