Ah... scents of wood shavings and turpentine, paint and rust. My father's shed. No doubt, somewhere deep in these piles of woodchips and nails, resides a suitable bribe. Ah, there! An emerald eye glints. Beneath pine needles, blood is smeared on the ground. Claws scrape on the concrete. A midnight-black tail sweeps regally across the floor. The ancient Egyptian people praised this creature's forefathers as a god. If you killed one, the sentence was... death. The ancient Egyptians had good taste, believe me. Follow in their hieroglyphic footsteps and deign to receive this regal gift. For, lo and behold, on a silk cushion (if only I had one), I present, O Most Estimable ShadowBobCat10, a gift fit for your greatness. My cat.
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