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I-I don't want to go home anymore!

I won't go.

I can't go to a reality where I turn into that. I can't. I can't.

I am taking a fuzzy, domesticated creature to cheer a cute, depressed girl up. She can call it whatever she wants and you can keep your words.

Trust me on this one, dude. I know Abby. She will love the kitty even more the minute she learns its name is Rocket.

Trufax.

Twenty bucks says it puts a smile on her face. At least, for a little way, man.

If you say so, dude. But it's still the cat until it stops trying to live in my sock drawer.

You know, just some friendly neighborhood advice, but I'm pretty sure Rocket would stop trying to live in your sock drawer if you stopped putting her in there every night and telling her sleep tight like it was the kitty equivalent of a penthouse or something.

[Pause--kittymeows]

You're delusional, dude. You have no proof. Because it never happened.

[laughs and makes a kittynoise back]

You tell him, Rocket. You tell the big bad blue man how it really is.

[laughs again and then says in mock-seriousness]

Dude, do you want me to post the pictures I took with my comm? Cause, seriously. I'll go there.

You be quiet and stay out of this, cat.

You have nothing. Well, maybe you have Photoshop, but other than that, you have nothing. And even then, I would track and erase those things so fast...

She's just upset, you know, that you refuse to call her by her proper name. Cat is her slave name, that she's trying to cast off like the yolk of her domesticated oppression...or something.

Dude, man, would you seriously stoop so low for the truth to be made known? I mean, I guess I could always try to live stream it, but I'm pretty sure you and Blue would be able to bitch-slap that feed down so quickly, it wouldn't know what hit it. Am I right?

[Snort.] You're not gonna let up 'till I'm a melty pile of baby-talking goo, are you?

[gasps!]

Ah, shit, the jig is up. [pretends to be calling out to somebody else] Everybody, pack it up, this operation's over -- he's totally on to us!

Ha ha. You're powerless with out your little fur--ah. AH.

[Rocketmeowing]

DiosmioTED your cat is peeing. In the air. Why is your cat-- Peeing in the air oh God sick! [Sheepish]There's nobody out walking this hour, right?

Edited 2008-11-23 06:06 (UTC)

[the sound cuts in to Teddy laughing for a long while, only for the laughter to be cut-short rather abruptly by a thudding toppling noise, which is Teddy falling off of the couch and onto the floor]

Ow. [Teddy begins laughing again, and when he speaks the words are rushed and breathless] Ohgodohgodgottastopjusthahacan'tohgod

[eventually he clears his throat and then says, in a barely contained voice] Our cat named Rocket is just like any other cat, man. I mean, hate to brake it to you, Jaime, but uh, cats pee.

[all throughout Teddy's laughfest2008]

Man! Sh-shut up! I have a flying, peeing cat here and you're--[reacting ot the thud]yeah, you're falling down the stairs laughing at me. Thanks. See, if you were doing this, this demoncat would be perfectly content to not rain down on the city. An--Ah, AHW, my freakin' leg...HhhHhHHH.

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