Then you stab // open+hps needed // me in the back

[jacob w.c.]

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — "Ya' don' 'ave a sister, eh?" he asked, his tone growing increasingly more hostile. "Then I guess ya' know 'n awful lotta' cats with the las' name Cipher tha' all 'ave yellow fur n' black markin's, huh?" he sneered. "She told me 'bout ya' long before now. I knew you were a stonzo 'fore now. She don' have any reason ta' lie. She had ta' ask me if she could stay in disease infested territory jus' ta' stay away from you. After tha', when we came 'ere I made sure I knew ya'. My Babbo used ta' make me sniff people out when they did somethin' he didn' like at a meetin' or after it n' so I got pretty good at identifyin' scents. Ya' didn' even try ta' hide yours. Ya' attacked 'er n' tried ta' drown 'er. Tha's a violation ah' our alliance n', regardless ah' my friendship with Pinch, I ain't gonna stand for it. Am I clear?" he asked.  —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

"SPEECH"

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