“Clean that crap off the bookshelf, I’m moving in.”
“Hey! Hey! Either you do something about those damn cats or I will. Keep them away from me, understand?”
“Watch it, pal. I can put the hurt on you in ways that would make the Marquis de Sade wet his pants.”
He was an angry, angry fish, and he deserved a better life.
April 2003 – 13 February 2005