DES, the superhero (no, really)

[J. St.C. Patrick]

*DES wanders up beside Neko-*
DES: George, you should not say such things!

[Neko-]

*head snaps around so fast it's not even funny*



DAMN YOU!!!

*pops claws*

DIE!!!

*burrows into DES' body lower half shredding snow doing so*

[CRBWildcat]

Case in point.

[Neko-]

You shut it!

[CRBWildcat]

Sure, why not?

*Callista takes out her freeze gun and uses it to ice over the portion of DES that Neko- burrowed into, leaving him enough room to breathe and talk but not much else.*

There, that's better.

[Neko-]

You do realize, you just signed your own deathwarrent...

[CRBWildcat]

I die at least 50 times a year on average, fuzzball. What's another one, more or less?

[Neko-]

There are worse things that death....

[CRBWildcat]

Been there, done that, got the scars to prove it. *shrugs* I'm not falling for your scheme, little buddy.

[Neko-]

Oh... no scheme... Just agony all ahead... once I get out of here...

[CRBWildcat]

*sips some Dr. Pepper* Oh, please. All I have to do to catch some butterflies, get 'em to carry catnip around, and you'll go crazy faster than a squirrel on a peanut plantation.

[Neko-]

You're aware that Himitsu already destroyed my olfactory sense, right? So catnip won't do jack. And dogs are so easily distracted...

[CRBWildcat]

Meh. Nothing a bit of reality warping can't fix. Try clawing me when you get out and see what happens.

[Neko-]

*plots new and inventive ways to maim Cal, without claws...*

[CRBWildcat]

Those thoughts would probably be a lot scarier if you weren't embedded in an ice cream-selling, world-traveling snowman.