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Caritas, Saturday evening

Okay, okay, D'Argo was late again. Tino opened on time, and eyed D'Argo critically when he walked in, only to receive a response of "I'm the frelling mayor. I can be late."

Tino just shook his head, finishing mopping up a spill that had occurred when a bottle fell and shattered. When he was done, he placed the bucket on the counter and left it for D'Argo to clean up.

"Hey!" D'Argo called after him. "I might own you now!" He didn't.

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Sing it!

It took him a couple of tries to jump onto the stage, but once there he commenced to sing.

Err, to caption.

I IS A KITTY AND I HAS GOOD FUN
I IS ENTERTAINING EVERYONE
DINT USED TO BE AN INTERNET ICON
TILL MY MOM GOT A DIGITAL NIKON
NOW SHE STALKS ME ROUND THE HOUSE
INTERRUPT WHEN IZE CHASIN A MOUSE
WAITIN FOR ME TO MAKE A SILLY POSE,
STICKIN THAT CAMERA UP MY NOSE
GOES TO COMPOOTER, SHE STARTS PLAYIN
MAKES UP SOMETHING I MIGHT BE SAYIN
UPLOAD THE PIC FOR ALL TO SEE,
ALL HER ONLINE FRIENDS GO SQUEEEEE
CAT MACROS.

SO I GO CUDDLIN WIT A STUFFED BEAR
GETTIN PEANUT BUTTER ALL OVER MY HAIR
SPRAWLED IN A SUNBEAM, SWATTIN AT FLIES
TRAPPED IN THE LAUNDRY WIT BIG SAD EYES
LICKIN AT TOESIES, SCRATCHIN AT FLEAS
"I CAN HAS CHEEZEBURGER, PEESE?"
MOM STILL DOIN HER PHOTO SHOOT,
GOOD THING MY LITTLE FURRY BUTT IS CUTE
STICKIN MY NOSE IN AN EMPTY DISH
LOOKIN FOR AN INVISIBLE FISH
I HAS NO IDEA WHAT YOU JUST SAID
SO HERE'S ME WITH A PANCAKE ON MY HEAD
CAT MACROS.

NOW I IS SONGCAT SINGIN THIS BRIDGE
FROM MY STAGE ON TOP O' DA FRIDGE
I IS ONLY TWO YEARS OF AGE
BUT I GOT MY OWN MYSPACE PAGE
DA SILLY PICTURES PEOPLE WANTS
BUT ONLY WIT IMPACT FONTS
I KEEP DIS UP, BUT FOR HOW LONG?

OH HI, I TRANSPOZED YUR SONG
SO I HAS LYRIC ALL MY OWN
CAN I HAS LEFTOVER TO TAKE HOME?
I IS EMO KITTY, I HAS ANGST
I GOTS YUR BREAKFAST, K, THX
INVISIBLE WALRUS STEP ON YOU
NO, I HAS MIGHTY FELINE FU
YUR FULL O' WIN - YUR FULL O' LOSE
LAST VERSE KITTY IS NOT AMUSED
I'M IN YUR THAI FOOD, NIBBLIN' GINGER
I IS STEALTH KITTY, BEIN A NINJA
I'M IN YUR SPOOKHOUSE, BEIN A HAUNT
I'M IN YUR LIMBURGER -- DO NOT WANT!

Then he lolled over onto his side. REALLY DO NOT WANT.

[ooc: la, t'is from here (http://www.thefump.com/lyrics.php?id=85)]

Edited 2007-12-16 03:19 (UTC)

Or have yourself a drink.

Altra was stealth cat as he slunk into the bar.

His eyes fixed on the bucket and he was filled with a sudden intense longing.

Leaping onto the counter, he wrapped his paws around it, purring madly. I HAS A BUKKIT!

"Hey. None of that unless you're paying for it," D'Argo said, tugging it back towards him.

Altra tried to hang on, scrabbling his paws against the side, but he couldn't do it. NOES! THEY BE STEALING MAH BUKKIT!

D'Argo stared at him. A lot. And put the bucket on the floor behind him, way on the other side of the bartop.

MAH BUKKIT! Altra sighed and shook himself all over. IS IT CAN BE DRINKS TIEM NAOW?

"Are you sure you haven't already started?" D'Argo asked, because those were the words of a drunkard.

HAVE NOTS BEEN DRINKINZ. WOULD LIKEZ DRINK PLZKTHNKX. His tail lashed. LONG DAY. I HAS HAD ONE.

D'Argo poured him a shot. "Maybe you'll make more sense after this."

SENSE. I HAZ IT. Altra started lapping at the shot.

No, Firecats as a rule didn't drink.

Firecats as a rule didn't have days like this, either.

Drinking was called for. DRINKINGZ. I CAN DO IT.

"Good. Keep that up," D'Argo said, giving him a thumbs up like Crichton liked to do.

Altra drank it all, shoving his nose down into the glass to get the last drops. IT ARE TEH GOOD DRINK. PLZTHNKX I HAVE ANOTHER?

D'Argo shrugged, figuring it couldn't hurt, and passed over another shot. "You are planning on paying, right?" It wasn't like he saw pockets.

His ears drooped. I HAS NO MONIES. CAN OWEZ? I R FIRECAT. I IS GUD FOR ITZ.

He considered this. He had no idea what 'firecat' meant, and he wasn't sure he wanted to. "If you don't come back, I'll have to hunt you down," he warned. "Or Tino will."

Tino glared.

IZ SENDZ TEH BOY. HE HAS TEH MONIEZ. Altra was wobbling a little as he started on the new drink. He may be bigger than the average cat, but he was still smaller than the average human. YOU MAKES TEH DRINKZ GOOD!

"Thanks," D'Argo said. "I'll, uh, use that as a testimonial. You okay?"

AR TEH BETTR THAN HAZ BEEN ALL DAYZ. SINGIN AR TEH NICE. LIEK SINGINS. I GO SINGZ NOW.

And with that, he oozed down off the bar and staggered his way to the stage (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/2348079.html?thread=105528111#t105528111).

Or do nothing.

Or be as OOC as you wanna!

I hab a cold.

*corrects spelling*

HAY.

*frowns* *corrects* *blames Altra*

*blows nose at you*

I AM SO OFFICIALLY DEAD OF LOLFIRECAT KARAOKE.

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