Going to battle- it’s all part of the game in Kitteh Citteh. These thugs aren’t looking for hugs.
Nutkins slinging the scrunchie re-up, eyes peeled for the po-po.
Shit just got real in the Citteh.
If Spanky wants to parlez with Nutkins, then he best realize that Nutkins is napping and will handle all propositions in bed. Going to battle for some kibble, or some stupid pussy? Sheeeeeeiiiiiiiiit.
Be it verbal or with brute force- Nutkins teaches his lieutenants that they need to come correct. You think he’s playing? He’s not.
Spanky ignored one of the chief rules of citteh street slinging: “Don’t get high on your own supply.” But this isn’t the first time he dipped into his own Greenies product- or shat the bed.
“If you don’t step off where you’re not supposed to be- we go to war.” - Spanky
You think the cops care about these kitteh bodies popping up everywhere in this citteh? Nutkins has at least 63 bodies on him alone. Look at what he did to Spanky here… he don’t give a fuck. That shit is unseemly.
Nutkins is about to kill and dump Spanky’s body in the citteh harbor again, but Spanky’s too fried on the ‘nip to know. He thinks he’s at a sleepover in space.
Before he was a player in the game, young Nutkins made his way in the gritteh metropolis by posing for Fetish-n-Fur Magazine. Shorty’s skills paid the bills.
The kittehs looked on in disbelief. An entire G-pack flushed by the corrupt insider po-po because they didn’t grease his palms on time.
“Fuck did I do? We just stopped for few drinks at Kavanaugh’s- and no I’m not hung over. I’m not.” -Detective McSpanky
Detective McSpanky and his surveillance team watch the little hoppers assemble at the stash house. Wires are up, cameras at the ready… the Nutkins Organization is going down.
Spanky just found out Nutkins has been mic’d up, snitching to the po-po. Nobody punks the Spanky organization and lives to tell. Nutkins is about to get got.
Nutkins kept talking at this strange-ass looking corner boy. “Hey! HEY! Yo, I’m talking to you, bitch!” But the kitteh just stared back- not a sound, no emotion, nothing.
