"The apocalypse is upon us!!"
"You say that every week, Squeaker. What is it this time, did you get a pessimistic fortune cookie?"
"Anthony has returned to his treacherous ways. He’s made six entries in just over a week. Six!! That’s three times as many as the last two years combined! It’s only a matter of time before we’re little more than rotting piles of fluff in a heap of garbage..."
"So that’s why I came up with a contingency plan, see? Whiskers, I’d like for you to meet my new bodyguard, Sarge!"
"Grrr..."
"What are you talking about? Sarge has been here the whole time. He’s older than either one of us!"
"You son of a bitch! You lied to me!!"
"Sorry, pal. Times are ruff."
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