shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

*Itch turns her attention from the wrestling horses to the struggling feline.*

*G r i n.*

 

What's a seizure?

 

the jerky thing that happens from flashy lights or something.

 

*He doesn't notice Itch until her grubby hands are hoisting him up by his tail.*

 

HEY, DOES ANYONE CARE IF I PLAY VWITH THE MEOWV8EAST.

 

Death's-head shows up just to snort disgustedly at the cat-not-a-cat. It smells like another one of them.

 

*There's a flash of light and suddenly Itch isn't holding a cat's tail anymore, but the seat of the pants of an identical copy of herself.*

 

uh, vwhat!!

 

hey, heeeeey, kid whose ass apparently constantly feels like its swarming in ants, mind putting a fella down. just a little bit.

 

vwhered the cat go??

 

it was all a dream. there was no cat. none of this is real so you should put me down right now immediately.

 

no!

 

BUT, have you considered this extremely lucrative alternative: yes?

 

nope!

 

right, silly me. so is anyone going to step in and help out a poor, mercilessly bullied kitty-cat? i itch in so many places its not even funny.

 

...so i was right, then?

...you weren't very convincing...

 

good effort though...

 

fucking sue me, do you KNOW how hard it is to walk with four legs and a tail?

 

...maybe you should have started with an easier animal...or perhaps practiced a little more first...

 

*She shakes him.*

clam up!