Tiny finds this an awkward thing to start.

[tuliped]

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[tuliped]

That means talking to them. You know I'd never go out of my way to do that. Might get people cooties.

[bibbetyboo]

Maybe they'd catch Cool Vibes? Like cooties, in reverse

[tuliped]

New York becomes anti-social within mere minutes. I like this.

[bibbetyboo]

The good kind, or the bad kind? There's many kinds of anti-social.

[tuliped]

The "these idiots are the fuck away from me" kind, dear.

PRIVATE TO CON:

You will not believe this edition of Norma's Flavor of the Week.

[bibbetyboo]

So that would make them anti-social, or you anti-social? Really it's all based on context.

[Irma]

Totally unsuitable?

[tuliped]

You know, if I'm giving them my vibes, it'll make everyone anti-social.

CON:

"Robert Peregrine"? Sounds like a beastality porn star.

[bibbetyboo]

But in what way? That's the question. And you're not anti-social. You just don't like a lot of people. You like some. And you'd probably like yourself so you'd like you, and if they were anti-social like you, they'd like you so no one would be anti-social at all.

[Irma]

I don't think you can do that with birds.

[tuliped]

... oh Con, I'll just leave it at that.

CON:

I'm sure "Bob" would manage. This one's on the young side: 41! How charming. I need to learn how to say no to that woman, or else I'm going to be shacked up with this disgusting old Hugh Hefner reject.

[bibbetyboo]

But! IT WOULD HAVE MADE SENSE EVENTUALLY!

IRMA:

I thought she'd find the tail disconcerting.

[tuliped]

It will. Post-cigarette.

CON:

No no no, not for her. For me. This guy would almost be normal considering that most of her men have to be "in tune" with the cats.

... after reading that, I have to concede that Norma is a true marvel.

[bibbetyboo]

Oh.

But I don't smoke. So what'll happen? I could think about it upside down. Yogis think about things upside down and it makes everything clearer.

IRMA:

But even you in a tail.

How can one be in tune with cats? They aren't in tune to begin with. That's why it's called 'singing like a cat being stepped on'.

[tuliped]

Don't worry, dear; I'll puff, you dangle. Together, we shall achieve clarity and all that other inner piece of peace shit.

CON:

I'd... rather not.

You're telling me. They were in heat a few weeks ago; I was this close to having my ears fall off from all the effort.

[bibbetyboo]

That works! Unless it requires smoking-clarity and not upside down clarity, and then we'd be seriously screwed.

IRMA

Exactly. She'd really dress you up? With ears and everything?

[tuliped]

Together, everybody achieves more. Maybe.

CON:

NO, THANK GOD. Can you imagine a knit Playboy costume? My mind shudders at the thought. If I die early, make sure they never put me in such a thing.