She considers for a moment, but her annoyingly pesky morals get in the way of how she knows she should reply for maximum effect. Her frustrations hit an apex.
"For the cats. They ate my grandmother's pearls! Sarah went at the strand with her ginzu knife or whatever the hell it is, and started popping them like your boss here pops those pills of his, and I think Spider ate a couple out of sheer amusement!
I have been tolerant of many things. The homemade molotov cocktails, the fight club meetings on the patio with strays they bring in off the street, the dirty gis on the bathroom floor, and Spider here refuses to use the litter box. But this is the last straw!"
She slumps her shoulders, face painted with defeat. One cat makes a small hissing noise and she looks at it with rage before growling back.
"Do you see? Please, I need your help. I knew I should have headed down to the duck pond with a trash bag and a handful of rocks."
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"For the cats. They ate my grandmother's pearls! Sarah went at the strand with her ginzu knife or whatever the hell it is, and started popping them like your boss here pops those pills of his, and I think Spider ate a couple out of sheer amusement!
I have been tolerant of many things. The homemade molotov cocktails, the fight club meetings on the patio with strays they bring in off the street, the dirty gis on the bathroom floor, and Spider here refuses to use the litter box. But this is the last straw!"
She slumps her shoulders, face painted with defeat. One cat makes a small hissing noise and she looks at it with rage before growling back.
"Do you see? Please, I need your help. I knew I should have headed down to the duck pond with a trash bag and a handful of rocks."