*Peeeyahwooo!*
You're grabbed by the nearest butcher, skinned, chopped into pieces and roasted on a spit. That hunk of meat is sure going to be tasty for someone.
I wish that Sylvester would catch, kill and eat Tweety Pie.
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RLacey | Killer of the Thread™
I do not change to be perfect. Perfect changes to be me.
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