I like cats, they are rather cute, cuddly...hum, is that a word. I like cats so much that I once stepped on one, and started crying. No really, I didn't. But not that it matters. A dire dangle. A dancing dipsy. A turning turnip. A dreary dumpster. A silent square sucking shapes out of the air with his hands. Hum. What are you? A robot. A god. Hum. Perhaps a turtle, or a snake? A cat. Oh I see, why else would you be here, unless you were a cat. A cute cuddly cat with long green eyelashes and red ears. I'll bet you love eating meow mix, you super sized monkey looking cat. I'll bet you love ketchup, and tomatoes covered in ketchup with a side of raw meat. I'll bet, most of all you love space and aliens, since that is what you are. An alien cat running around with no fur and an endless supply of cat litter stuck to your hairless tail. I'll bet, most of all, you love chucky cheese, and all the little kids that run around there. You are sick, you rotten apple cat with a blue tongue and an endless supply of eyeballs covered in smelly urine. You remind me of yesterday.

 

Hum, from what I can see you are still here. Something must be wrong, very wrong. If you are still here, I wonder really, if you know why? Are you ok? Feeling fine, hum...maybe there is something wrong with your brain. That must be it. Oh well. Have a nice day.