He burrowed further to acclimate himself

He burrowed further to acclimate himself with the wild creatures. They warned him that he was crossing a line. The "Meerkat Man" knew he had to one with these gentle beasts.

Meerkat Man had a troubled background but he'd made life being with the little critters. He picked up some scat and could feel the warmth of it, it had been inside of her. Werner

stuck his tongue out at the whole meerkat clan. He'd left to become a dancer, but had returned a celebrated game show host.

Hey, a meerkat's gotta do what a meerkat's gotta do. He makes a ton of money, reads from cue cards and cracks a few jokes. His value to to clan survival is secondary, pushed out

by the mob for a lame joke he fends for himself in the underworld of has been entertainers. Sid, Frank, and I formed the Meercat Comedy Gang. We took turns looking out for hecklers

like this one desert eagle who keeps inventing sexist interpretations to our meerkat stand-up comedy. I was meant to be on watch, but Frank was in the can, so Sid took over for

Marko, who had a bad case of itchy bum. It was a disaster; Sid didn't have the slightest idea where to point the XT73-4, so Sylvia ended up with half a doberman and singed

nipples. All in all, it had been a pretty distasterous day for all of them, actually. So the three of them, Marko, Sid, and Sylvia decided they'd call it a day & go square-dancing.

couldn't fit in due to their triangular relationship. Society's jeering drove them to a home in the countryside, where they lived happily until Sid ran off with the butler.