All is calm in Kitteh Citteh… for now.
Going to battle- it’s all part of the game in Kitteh Citteh. These thugs aren’t looking for hugs.
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.
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.
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.
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.
“Did I stutter, motherfucker?? 100 LARGE!” - Spanky
Detective McSpanky undercover again at a kitteh brothel down by the docks. The wire is hidden in a place where wires should never, ever go. He’s a pro- but there better fucking be a bottle of Jameson on his desk tomorrow, shitbirds.
Mayor Spanketti holding his first press conference in Citteh Hall about the juked stats from the previous administration. Shit is going to change in this town. It has to. And he’s the one to do it.
“I didn’t say shit about having suction at City Hall, I don’t know shit about greasing folks in my campaign with walk-around money, and I don’t know shit about any bribes. I’m just a plain-folk earnestly sanctified political activist. Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoeoooooooooooow.” - State Senator Spanclay Superhands.
“When I need some pusseh, I play some slowjams for the ladies. It helps me get way down in the ho’, heh heh, you know what I’m talking ‘bout.” -Spanky
Co-dependent junkies Nutkins and Spanky, tripping balls out in the open in Catsterdam. No cops ‘round these parts, see? The po-pos are turnin a blind eye, it’s all good.
Ain’t no shame in loving one of your own kind, kittehs. None of this down-low business, keep that shit all above ground, ya heard? Haters gonna hate? Fuck ‘em!
