Mittens:
Louie, what is this?
Louie:
It was a slow week. I mean, that's half of what I got.
Mittens:
[stomach growls]
Mittens:
You hear this, Louie? I'm starving here. And when the old stomach starts talking, it's not talking to me. It's talking to... the claws!
Louie:
Not the claws! Please!
Mittens:
I'm holding these bad boys back as best as I can, but the thing is it's not up to me. The stomach's got a direct line to these babies, and I'm picking up a lot of chatter! So, I'll talk to the claws, but in exchange, next week, all your food comes to me.
Louie:
But that's not our deal! I bring you half, you give me protection! That's our deal.
Mittens:
Yeah, well, the deal just expired. Now, get lost.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:34