Romeo was in his office today, going through a thick volume of heroic poetry to select precisely the right ones to use with his students.
And then Romeo was a puma cub, worrying at the volume of poetry until he reduced it to mangled pulp.
That task complete, he stalked off into the hall to terrify any litter or vermin -- and maybe find a nice lady who might give him a treat.
[OOC: Establishy! Romeo, of course, is the
poetry puma.]