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.
Nutkins nicked the po-po’s surveillance camera at his camp and turned that shit into a necklace.
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.
“If they try and come at me, I’ll bring the pain, and I’ll bring it when they least suspect. BELIEVE THAT.” - NUTKINS
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.
“Every kitteh has to have a code.” - Nutkins
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.
Nutkins has been laying low, looking at purchasing a new haul of burners for his crew. Got to keep those po-po on their toes.
