I’m Dedde. I’m a kitty. My older siblings, Eya and Ding-Dang are taking a nap. Booooorrrrring! There’s way too much to do. Want to see something cool? I’ve got a germ trapped in this jar. His name’s Jake Acheman. Super tasty. He can’t get out. I’ve been watching him for the last hour. I like watching things. He keeps favoring his left side when he wanders around the jar. I wonder why? Maybe it’s because I bit his right leg and stabbed his right foot with my razor-sharp horns. Was that wrong? It’s hard to tell. Makes me wonder what he’d do if I took off his left leg with my jiu-jitsu moves. Would he favor the right side? Let’s find out. THWACK!
Hmmmm. He just fell down. And now he’s wriggling. And screaming. That’s less exciting. And his scream is so tiny. Hey, Jake! You call that a scream? I can scream so loud it will vibrate through you and kill you. Want to see? It might get loud. My siblings tell me I’m really loud. Get ready. aaaeeeeeeIIIIIII!!!!! Oh, shoot! The little germ can’t see anything I’m doing. I forgot I used my claw to take out his eyes like twenty minutes ago.
I usually like to cut their throats first. But I thought I’d tear him into pieces this time. Try to put him back together. Like a puzzle. Do you like puzzles? Figuring out how to get rid of all the germs is sort of like doing a puzzle. When I eat young coconut, it gives me superpowers. It lets me change my size. Maybe I should make myself bigger and stomp on all the germs? Well…maybe not all. I need to leave some for a snack later.
A cute and charming kitty, she likes to eat germs. And whipped cream. And germs dipped in whipped cream. And whipped cream with germs sprinkled on top. And germ flavored cream…you get the idea...
I’m Dedde. I’m a kitty. My older siblings, Eya and Ding-Dang are taking a nap. Booooorrrrring! There’s way too much to do. Want to see something cool? I’ve got a germ trapped in this jar. His name’s Jake Acheman. Super tasty. He can’t get out. I’ve been watching him for the last hour. I like watching things. He keeps favoring his left side when he wanders around the jar. I wonder why? Maybe it’s because I bit his right leg and stabbed his right foot with my razor-sharp horns. Was that wrong? It’s hard to tell. Makes me wonder what he’d do if I took off his left leg with my jiu-jitsu moves. Would he favor the right side? Let’s find out. THWACK!