Hi Tweedledum!-- Oh hi Lion, Unicorn, White Knight.
-- Where's Tweedledee? I haven't seen him lately.
-- Didn't you hear, news-awareness-wise? He was disloyally slandering our Cheshire Cat overlords (All glory to the Ailuroclones!) Naturally they had to act, removal-of-bad-apple-wise. His trial is scheduled for tomorrow if you'd like to join the condemnation. The execution was yesterday.
-- Oh dear, how sad...
[ahem]
...I mean, how disappointing that a citizen was not grateful for the constant surveillance that the Cheshire Cats maintain to protect us from the Mirror-world terrorists. Of course there can be no sadness under their benevolent rule.-- All glory to the Ailuroclones!
-- May we all become more like them every day!
6 comments:
Using my advanced powers of ailuromancy, I predict you will have an unfortunate encounter with Mrs. Cat.
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The Chesire Cat: more ceiling cat than the Ceiling Cat and way before its time.
Does A.K. have a problem with disappearing sox?
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Sadly, being entirely unfamiliar with the term or the concept "ailuromancy", mikey thought thunder was merely dismissing the entire topic with an oddly outdated yet somehow quaint homophobic outburst: "Ahh, you're all nancy"
Enough talk of ailuromance. We don't want to get the furries unnecessarily excited.
Using my advanced powers of badromancy, I predict lots of Lady Gaga dancing next time Jennifer gets her drink on.
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