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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 12:36 pm
*holds his bag close to his chest*
Huh? These quarter pounders are my lunch.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 12:41 pm
U IS FOLLOWER OF BASEMENT CATS. Ceiling cat seys to share teh cheezeburger with ur fellow kitteh!
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 12:50 pm
What? I'm not one of your fellow kittys. And I don't follow any cat, basement or otherwise.
*slowly unwraps a quarter pounder*
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 12:56 pm
*mutters to herself under her breath*
This iz werk of Basement cats. Dis cannot happen.
*glares at Powell and his cheeseburger*
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 1:11 pm
*begins to eat*
When did you turn into a LOLcat?
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 1:29 pm
*shrugs and watches, all the while stalking closer to Chris*
LOL I dunno that stuffz
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 1:39 pm
*finishes his first quarter pounder and pulls out his second*
Aren't you supposed to be smart?
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 1:47 pm
smart kitteh IS smart
*pounces and snatches the cheeseburger*
Smart lik fox
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 1:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 1:57 pm
I takes in teh name of ceiling cat!
*scampers and hops on top of the bar and begins munching on it happily* omnomnomnomnomnom heart
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 3:54 pm
*Shifts into the bistro and sits on the bar top.*
Hmm ... slow start to the evening? I think so.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 3:56 pm
Protect your burgers... stare
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 3:58 pm
Chris Powell Protect your burgers... stare My cheezburgers? Somebody can has? Oh god why'd I even say it?
*Turns his hand into a brillow pad and rubs his tongue*
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 4:12 pm
CHEEEBURGERS? Bring dem to Me!
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 5:29 pm
*enters the Bistro, laptop in hand*
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