I move For no man
I'll bite your legs off!
I've grown bored of you. Pack your things. You're moving here - far, far away.
Yoo. Awr. Sew. Boring.
HOLY CRAP! THAT ROCK IS COMING FOR ME!
Don't run, kitteh! Yoo can find a way owt ob dis!
Wouldn't it make way-more sense to just get out of the chair when I ask?
Kitteh has minimull moral charaktur.
GET OUT THE WAY
Loodacris tawt me ebberyfing ai kno.
I think I can hear it growing. Freaky.
Ai'b been here foar a whiel.
No worries feng shui kitten fix it
Much bettar flow nao.