One, two, three, up, down, forwards, back. Red fish, blue fish, black fish, catfish.
[low thrumming purr] Yesss... Alive without breath, cold as death, drowns on land, always drinking, clad in mail never clinking.
--Now where did that come from? Surely not a turn of phrase out of this cat's little repertoire. How can you know what you've never
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