Post-Friday Beast Blogging: The Hunter-Killer Edition
"You want these underpants back, don't you? Yes...I can sense the hate swelling within you. Give in to it, and your journey to the Dark Side will be complete. Take these underpants off the chair, and fulfill your destiny! Also, cover your junk -- I think we'd all appreciate that."
"There! I've perfectly blended in with my natural surroundings!...But maybe...just maybe I've blended in a little too perfectly. I mean, if I'm totally invisible, how will I ever get my butt scratched? It's not like they randomly scratch the comforter. Hm. Maybe I could cough as they walked by? No -- that might give them a heart attack, or else they'd think the bedding was diseased, and a coughing comforter would probably get burned, like the Velveteen Rabbit...
Curse you, lethal cunning and predatory instincts for turning me into Nature's most perfect killing machine! Now I'll never get my ass scratched..."