The Swiss are dirty fighters
I had a terrible dream last night.
I dreamed I was standing in a train station when suddenly a small Swiss fellow leaped on my back and started to claw me with his fingers. He was dressed in a grey overcoat and a grey fedora and he kept shouting "I'm Swiss! I'm Swiss"
When I woke up I realized I had rolled over on the cat.
Maybe he was shouting "I'm squished! I'm squished!".
It was hard to tell with the accent.
I dreamed I was standing in a train station when suddenly a small Swiss fellow leaped on my back and started to claw me with his fingers. He was dressed in a grey overcoat and a grey fedora and he kept shouting "I'm Swiss! I'm Swiss"
When I woke up I realized I had rolled over on the cat.
Maybe he was shouting "I'm squished! I'm squished!".
It was hard to tell with the accent.