Chad leaned (carefully) on the counter, with a pile of pop CDs at one elbow, a pack of cards at the other, and a row of kittens in front of him in rapt attention. One might wonder how he managed to get their attention so well, but it might have something to do with the back that he'd put one of their little catnip mouse toys on his head. They weren't paying attention to Chad, then, but, instead, the drug-inducing item on his head. But it gave the illusion that they were listening to him, and that was good enough for Chad.
He was lecturing them, in English, because he didn't know if Melody's kittens knew Japanese like (he thought) Prince Oscar Pedro did. "This," he said, holding up one of the CDs. "This is crappy pop music. If we want to chase around and destroy CDs of crappy pop music, it's okay. We can do that. This," he set the CD down and picked up one of the Pocket Monster cards, "are cards. Apparently, some of them can be worth money. Also, they're cute, see? Well. Some of them. Anyway, it's not okay to chew on them and play with them, like it is crappy pop music. We can't ruin these. It's not good. Got it?"
There were going to be at this all day, really.
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