Conversation

Scene: the Badger kitchen, evening
Characters: Velocibadgergirl, Mr. Kitters

MK: Meow! Meeoww! (Translation: Hello. May I have a moment of your time?)

VBG: No, Kitters. You already had dinner.

MK: Meow! Meow! Meow! (I'm not hungry, you buffoon. Except for stimulating discourse.)

VBG: You had treats earlier, too.

MK: Meeeeeoww! (Good Lord, woman! Are you deaf or just stupid?)

VBG: What?

MK: *runs around in insane frustration*

VBG: Jeez, Kitters. You're all crazified.

MK: Meow meow MEOW! (That's because I want to discuss the didactic nature of 19th century Russian fiction, and all you talk about is food!)

VBG: Do you want your feather toy?

MK: Meow. Meow Meow! (I sneer in your general direction.)

VBG: All right, I'll get the toy. Hold your horses.

MK: Meeeeeeeeeeeeooooooowww! (My staggering intellect is wasted on you, you hairless ape.)

VBG: What? Timmy's in the well?! I'll get help!

MK: Meow. (Oh for God's sake. Just wave the damn toy already.)




Reading: homework, Moving Pictures by Terry Pratchett

Playing: the House of Flying Daggers soundtrack



"Your idiocy offends me."