Jul 27, 2008 16:53
[for not all the vigilantes of Sieben are human - there is, after all, the caped avenger that lurks amongst the shadows. He is but an ordinary household cat in the day - but at night, under the presence of evil and within the shades of darkness, with but a simple blanket cape around his small feline shoulders. He works not for justice nor evil, but rather how to deal with the oncoming hunger of his endless stomach.]
And the Caped Avenger rises again! Today is a fine night, it is. My feline instincts can sense much delicious morsels to be consumed by my ravenous and hungry stomach! For one, I can already smell one such tantalizing treat nearby... wait, this smell...
...it can't be, it... but it is too familiar to be wrong!
My beloved, most precious, treasured LASAGNA!!
Come to me, my precious! Daddy's here for youuuuuuuu---waaaaooohhhhh!!!
[a smash, crash and thud as Garfield trips on his own cloak and tumbles across the table and onto the floor headfirst, totally missing the Italian delight.]
...I need to shorten my cape if I have to do this.