Stupid people are dangerous.

I take a few breaths to calm myself, step back, and lift Buttercup by the scruff of the neck. "I should've drowned you when I had the chance." His ears flatten and he raises a paw. I hiss before he gets a chance, which seems to annoy him a little, since he considers hissing his own personal sound of contempt.

Yes, I’m a mouse. Squeak, squeak. Now shoo-shoo back to your little bug friends,” said Rirped, picking up a hunk of dried beef. He tore a off a piece with his teeth and noticed Boots hadn’t moved. He pulled back his lips to reveal a row of jagged teeth and gave her a sharp hiss.

I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

I no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself.

Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them.

If you appeal to the crowd, either by being humorous or brutal or eccentric, you gain favor.