That barrel of kittens was positively cute.
“What do you want now?” I asked with no feeling whatsoever.
“Oh, you know,” he replied brandishing the barrel in a gentle yet frightening way.
Suddenly there was a shuffling behind me and Slait’s eyes widened in due diligence.
“What is THAT?” he asked in a resigned sort of way.
I turned around and there was headless Jerome sauntering into the room. Without a sound due to the lack of a head, he meandered over to Slait who dropped the barrel and then dropped himself to the floor.
After a few twitches, he lay still.
“Is he……dead?” I asked, bored.
Jerome walked over to the prone body, dumped the barrel of kittens on Slait’s still body and stood around as they munched and crunched until there was nothing left.
“Well, he is now,” I heard someone say from the basement as the body headed back downstairs.
Then the doorbell rang. Since it still is the season for PCH, I stepped over a contented kitten and flung open the door.
Instead of PCH, I found myself staring down at a drooling barracuda.
Behind that barracuda was Slait Piperiz.
And he looked really angry.
“Remember me?” he asked as he forced his way into my home.
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