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The Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch was as constipated as he was grim. Some said Mister Fluffybottom had seen all kinds of shit except his own, though they didn’t dare saying it when he was near.
“Boss wants to see you”
I dint do nuthin!
That big potat is straight out of a Dickens novel.
I’ll bet its name goes something like Ebenezer Pottlewick Grimshaw.Now that’s a name
Nandor the Purrlentless
The moustache I can only envy
“Nee Jabba no badda.”
I have a strong urge to not deal catnip anywhere near his city
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He fur sure fired upon his striking workers.
fired upon
oh dear
Given that this is a tortoiseshell, tremble before her.
A cat of industry
Boss Tweed-ass son of a tomcat
Bobo Del Rey vibes
He reigns with a cruel, fluffy fist.
