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[necessary_child]

There's a Sam

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[mogget_cat]

A Sam! Being Sammy!

Hmmmmm...

Needs more Yrael.

*purrrrrrrr*

[necessary_child]

Issa Yrael!

Sam scritches obediently. He knows what people are for with regards to cats.

[mogget_cat]

Tools? Playthings? Minions? Occasional food?

Maybe that's just for not'cats.

There are purrings, yes there are. And a lap'not'cat for a Sam.

[necessary_child]

Depends on the cat.

"Oh no," Sam says, deadpan. "The Yrael has got me."

Someone, save him from this terrible fate.

[mogget_cat]

Truuuuuue.

"Good evening, Gentlemen Sam."

Somebody set up us him up the bomb not'cat.

"You are on your way to destruction. You have no chance to survive."

This would be Yrael's evil laugh. And purrs.

[necessary_child]

"And yet, I think I'll cope. Somehow."

Sam is a brave little soldier, yes he is.

[mogget_cat]

"Oh, you think you will," says the (clearly) evil white cat on his lap.

Yrael makes a very good villain'cat.

"But they all do, before they eventually learn that there is no hope left for them."

His evil laugh is simply rather nefarious purring.

[necessary_child]

"You're evil," Sam says sadly.

(Scritch scritch scritch.)

"Woe is me."

[mogget_cat]

"Yup," Yrael says, purring contentedly while leaning against Sam's chest. "You're doomed. My evil knows no bounds."

He might also eeeeevilly fall asleep on Sam, thus keeping him from standing up. The depths of his evil are terrifying.

[necessary_child]

D:

"I must be stoic, and strong, and macho in the face of such evil... evil."

[mogget_cat]

"And you must give scritches, or the evil may overwhelm you."

..."The problem being that it might overwhelm you anyway."

Terror, Sam!

[necessary_child]

"I will struggle on," Sam vows. Scritchscritchscritch.

"Somehow."