Dmitry slumped in a jail cell with no cat

Dmitry slumped in a jail cell with no cat litter reckoned he was down to his last life & recalled how he started his life of petty crime smuggling weed to convicts in his cat colla

r. Dmitry listened to the cell wall. "Thought you were Top Cat outside, but now you're here with us rats!" They would be after him, but he had a secret weapon, retractable claws.

The only problem was that the retractable claws were attached to his toes. Dmitry however made the best out of this. He perfected his whole life the inverted claw-fu that was going

to eclipsed by the club foot karate. Dmitry had started a trend known as handicapped martial arts. The first person who wanted "in" was Steven Hawking.

Dmitry lifted up Steven Hawking in his motorised wheelchair and flung him through the dojo's 8th story window. With a computerised scream, the genius was no more.

Months went by. One fine autumn day, Dmitry was chatting with Putin when the doors to the presidential tea parlour burst open. Stephen Hawking, in a Dalekian Bat-tank, rolled in.

Putin reached into his trousers front, & it was revealed he kept a howitzer there, that he aimed at Hawking, who was saying: "Extremely delighted!" but sounded like: "Exterminate!"

"Putin! Put that thing away before you kill someone!" Hawking exclaimed with as much emotion as technology provided for him. Vlad returned the weapon to his pants and began to weep

crocodile tears. His daring knew no bounds. Brandishing his weapon like that had filled him unbridled gumption. He started to mamushcka while juggling knives with a bear on a bike.