I opened the door to the fire station and

hungering for the squid in the other story, but the avalanche of cats meow'd no. Remembering their claws, I peered at my now-tattered clothing and wondered what NINJA POPE would do

nate to charity now. NINJA POPE had his taylor make a lovely coat from the feline horde with nine cat tails as tassles. The Cat-O-Nine Tails coat raised its hackles when

his houndstooth jacket was placed on his shoulder. The NINJA POPE pulled

off 7 houndsteeth and piously hurled them at the door just as his adversary, Cardinal Fang, burst in. NINJA POPE was unaware that his *real* enemy, Sister Aloysius, was behind him

but he was soon aware of the situation due to the heavy breathing, an unfortunate side effect of her having her windpipe crushed by a swinging elephant phallus at the age of 13.

But that, my friends, is a completely different story which might be found in the annals of furry fan-fic. Let's say he heard her breathing heavily and continue from there, please.

So, continuing. Her heavy breathing was getting closer, ever closer. He could feel her hot breath now, fogging up the air behind him. The ugly wench was going to catch him and

check his shopping cart to make sure it matched his receipt. But he new that he was not a thief, and that he had already purchased those items. They were not hers to inspect! He

started crying, which she awkwardly ignored as she fulfilled a wholly useless function. Seriously, you don't see those guys in a Wally World where they need it most. He left.