Critterz!

[mm_leesha]

Aside from the official rules, there are a lot of handy guidelines that get passed down to new patrons of the Bar at the End of the Universe. Things like "don't eat any food you didn't order," "don't go outside on the night of the full moon," and "don't fuck with the Oompa-Loompas

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[heyfootballhead]

...Chairs are supposed to be safe things.

This is Arnold's first thought when he finds himself in an unusual state after sitting in an innocent-looking chair.

His next thought is that he's kind of hungry, but that's not something he can help at the moment.

Anyway, he would probably be pretty gratified to know that he looks just like his pet Abner. If he could get a look at himself.

Somebody come have pity on the confused pig?

[bluespells]

...Did a pig just walk by?

Milliways. Oy.

Someone should get it outside, though.

[heyfootballhead]

BILLY

HALP

"Oink oink oink!"

The pig is now pawing at your leg like a dog, Billy.

[bluespells]

....D:

WHY.

[heyfootballhead]

BILLY DON'T YOU RECOGNIZE YOUR BUDDY ARNOLD.

Now the pig is tugging on his pants leg, trying to guide him to the pile of Arnold-ish clothes by a mysteriously innocent chair.

[bluespells]

Billy lets himself be pulled (that is Some Pig!) until he comes to a pile of Arnold clothes.

"...what the...?"

[heyfootballhead]

And now the pig is sitting on Arnold's sweater and making wibbly eyes at Billy.

LOOK BILLY IT'S ARNOLD.

[bluespells]

...."Fucking Milliways."

[heyfootballhead]

"Oink oink oink."

No cursing in front of the children piglets, Billy.

And doesn't the pig just have Arnold's tone of voice down?

[bluespells]

It completely does. Billy leans down to scratch behind ... Arnold's ... ear and gathers up his clothes. "How did this happen?"

[heyfootballhead]

He gets a piggy tail waggle in return. That feels nice!

...Also, he noses at the chair with deep suspicion.

[bluespells]

Billy glances at it. The chair is to blame?

[heyfootballhead]

Arnold gives it an indignant hind leg kick and abandons it to rub against Billy's legs.

Rough translation: I sat, it pigged me.

[thenightsurgeon]

I had to. I just had to.

Nathan Wallace has the cat part down. He even has the stalking down-all he has to do is move like a Repo-Man and it's easy.

It's not very friendly looking particularly when you have a medium sized cat twisting in and out of tables with great big yellow eyes-but what can you do?

[heyfootballhead]

Predator???

Arnold tenses and bristles a little. Hey, he's seen Abner in action, and that pig can be as aggressive as a dog.

[thenightsurgeon]

He's not a pred-

Well-

Okay. So he might be. But the crazed medic is too engrossed with how much fun it is to be cat-quick.

Which could look just like pouncing if you're not careful. Chasing after dust-mites is fun!