Phil, put that thing down.
“Bite me, dickweed.”
Seriously, man. Put it down.
“And I told you–”
SHLARRRRFHMMMPH
…
“The cat just threw up a reality made of tentacles.”
Yeah, it’s a flerken.
“It ate Grahame.”
Yeah. It’s a flerken.
“Is this some stupid comic book bullshit?”
It is, yes.
“Those movies are for dumb people and children. And dumb children. Lots of people will tell you that there’s no such thing as a dumb child, but there’s tons of ’em. Grahame couldn’t figure out how to work a door until he was 8. He would just screech at the knob until someone came and helped him.”
You hate to see that.
“Sure. But look at him now.”
He got eaten by an interdimensional portal in the form of a cat.
“He’ll be back. I know how this universe works.”
You’re not wrong.
OR
Can everyone else see the googly-eye face to Phil’s left? Because I saw it, and now I can’t unsee it.
Call me “China”, call me “Cat”, call me, Sun Flower!