(We now join our melancholy sentinel at the barracades, pacing the
parapet walls-lone bootsteps pacing off the minutes in the darkness
... waiting ... waiting)
*click* *click* *click* *click* *click* *click*
*click-click**click-click**click-click**click-click**click-click**click-click*
"Ah, bloody shit!"
*click* *clickity-click*
*clickity-click-click-click-clickity"
*clickity-click-click-click-clickity-clack-clack"
*clickity-click-click-click-clickity"
*clickity-click-click-click-clickity"
*clickity-click-click-click-clickity"
*clickity-click-click-click-clickity"
*clickity-click-click-click-clickity"
"Damn! Got a toe cramp!! Yeouch!"
*click*
*click*
*clack!*
"Alright ... that's better. Aahhhhh. Good to put the ol' dawgs up.
Lessee ... twenty four hours plus twenty four hours make forty-eight
hours. Not a sign of Cat Chow. Damn, this shit is boring! Stevieboy
is showing himself to be a first rate pussy, for certain.
(Looks critically toward camera in close up)
"Now don't be thinking that way ... I'm using the term in a completely
non-sexually degrading way. He claims, after all, to be the grand
poobah generalisimo of his phalynx of feline footsoldiers."
(pensively) "Okay ... boiling oil ... check. Flaming missiles ...
check. One hundred rabid dobermans ... check. Secret weapon ... one
hundred gallons of liquified dog shit in latex balloons ... check.
Ready here."
" Yoohoo ... here kitty, kitty, kitty."
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