We've all been there: You're eager to race home with good news or just out for a relaxing stroll, and a dark unpleasant figure blocks your path. Before a single word is spoken, you recoil in horror, because you know exactly what this mysterious man wants. You can see it in his eyes...
At what point does your ruthless gnawing count as self-cannibalism?
Liberals want to mess with the rooms where we poo and pee. Unacceptable. We must protect our poo and pee.
These all just look like normal cats to me.
From what I understand, this genre is about getting eaten by crocodiles. I excel at this.
You have summoned him and now he is here!