The Wicked Twins in their  private office

Taliesin:   OMG — What's all this? We're too late!. I shudda stayed at Paddy's Pub.

Dwnn:   Not entirely too late, but she has already had the painters in! The hallway looks so strange.

Taliesin:   At least it's blue. She usually has everything done to match her fur or the latest color in Soft Claws nails. Prissy, pestiferous, and bossy. I repeat: She's a space alien.

Dwnn:   What gurlcat isn't? Question is, how are we gonna stop her?

Taliesin:   Why shude we stop her?

Dwnn:   Huh?

Taliesin:   She wants to run the mewspaper. I mew — let her. Let her be Editor in Chief and do all the werk. We become the Purrblishers. We just catribute an editorial to each issue. I can go back to Paddy's and write drinking songs, and yew can go back to cheating at poker. It's what they call a win-win.

Dwnn:   Okay, except fur one thing. I do not cheat at poker!

Taliesin:   Of course not. Waddevfur was I thinking? Yew'd better tell her right now. My collection of nipz bottles is already gone. Next thing she'll prolly do is throw away our seegars.

Dwnn:   As owner it's my duty to tell her. Unfortunately. I'll try to make it sound like a big promotion. We'd better send in the first editorial, too. Ovfurwise, she's likely to get all hissified.

Taliesin:   If yew're brave enough to tell her that she hasn't gotten rid of us, I guess I should write the first column. Let's call it "Mewsings."


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Dunno why Hadarah gets so hoity toity and catplains about our messy ways.

Lookie. Lookie. Duh mostest disgusting tom duh gurlz can imagine is Mackie just being a catural, macho tom. *mewhaha* Way to go, Mackie!

Mackie