The researchist smiles at GT as that entity has brought him some pickled cuisine for his gullet. As the cagey old youngster begins to fill his inniards, he replies to GT's question of the horde, look east el pussy kat, look east...
they usually appear when you least expect it...
As the wiley one continues to indulge in a repast of pickled estacy, a sharp rumbling begins to make itself heard from within the old one's anatamy, "oh oh, he mumbles to himself, he looks and smiles at the Golden Kat standing before him and with his left hand places his gas mask back upon his wizened countenance.......
just some ideas
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