"In case someone trips you as you run around them," Trever says from the next table over.
He's currently taking a short break as Veena naps on his paperwork. He's got his FBI jacket slung over the back of the chair, and his gun on the table. Mayhem has decided to follow his mum to work today and the grey kitten is half way done nomming on the plate that used to contain Trever's lunch... until he ate it. And the silverware. And the napkin. And Trever's pen...
"But then I'd just roll into a ball and spring back up," he replies with a shrug. As he speaks Max eyes the gun and checks out the cats to see if there's any signs of metal fur or anything unusual.
"Yes, but during that moment they have the advantage of you."
Well, beyond the grey one eating the plate - as in yes, there are bites taken out of it and is slowly going down the kitten's throat - being eaten, there doesn't seem to be anything unusual about the cats.
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He's currently taking a short break as Veena naps on his paperwork. He's got his FBI jacket slung over the back of the chair, and his gun on the table. Mayhem has decided to follow his mum to work today and the grey kitten is half way done nomming on the plate that used to contain Trever's lunch... until he ate it. And the silverware. And the napkin. And Trever's pen...
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Well, beyond the grey one eating the plate - as in yes, there are bites taken out of it and is slowly going down the kitten's throat - being eaten, there doesn't seem to be anything unusual about the cats.
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