Directly in front of you there is a choice. A choice you may or may not be prepared to make. In one hand, there is a sweet, soft, and loveable bundle of snuggle purrs. In the other, helfire and brimstone. Likely blood. Yeah, there will be blood. Lots.
Since you intruded in the very spot I sing the song of my people at 3am… 3 am eternal…. (Some of you won’t get that. If you do, kudos and you’re old. Your taste in music probably sucks too.) I am aware you pose zero threat to me, but you have still chosen poorly.
*Releases the Kraken* All eighteen of them. At once and into most tender spots of your hand. You intentionally intruded and breached permiter! You will be judged. The end.
By the way…. could you turn the light off on your way out.?
kthanksbye.
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