Well I've consulted my mousers and they are of little help:
1) They want more tuna.
2) They want more catnip.
3) Even if they knew the identity of a 250 pound Werecat they would just hide under my bed while I was being massacred.
Eonwe, I still have my eye on you because announcing a totally random vote is a nice way to disregard killing an innocent on the next day.
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I am a sick man ... I am a spiteful man. I am an unpleasant man. I think my liver is diseased.
Fyodor Dostoevsky "Notes From the Underground"
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