>"Hey! I called dibs on Cyan Nat!"
>Oi! Hands off the cat she was hanging out with us!
Oftentimes when faced with conflict such as this you'd favor a more subtle approach to resolving this misunderstanding. But your meddlesome temper grasps once more at your brain causing you to act a bit reckless.
Without a moment's loss you fling yourself to confront this cat burglar “MY KITTY!!!” you wail in a slurry of anger and desperation. “Th-Th-Th-Thats My...MY KITTY!” you repeat. Oh dear...it's happening again. Whenever you get too excited your speech becomes little
more than gibberish, Just like last time when you confronted that vulgar girl…
The assailant stares at you dumbfounded for a second, no doubt impressed by how stupid you sound.
“Your kitty? I’m sorry dear but you must be mistaken i'm certain that this cat is a stray. And its my job to make sure the city doesn't become littered with animals like these.”
The remarkably short woman sneers dismissively
“You should consider yourself lucky that i'm here young lady, you have no idea how many diseases and nasty bugs animals on the stre-”
The woman gloats pausing to look down at the machine in her hand.
“Your kitty…?” she mutters with her interest clearly shifting toward us.