Night Twelve
The trio of angry men hadn't done anything that night, which is just as well given the sound scolding they were in for.
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Meanwhile, the adorable kitten had decided it was going to put the antiquated piece of technology out of commission.
As it wiggled its adorable ass and prepared to pounce, however, a shadow fell over it and a sword came down. Only the kitten's unnatural agility saved it from being cut in two.
Momentarily saved, it decided to launch itself at the ancient phone at the same moment that the President of the United States hit the self-destruct button.
The ensuing explosion tore the kitten apart, ended the President's term in office, and did absolutely nothing to the phone.
Drew-Sta is dead. He was Cyborg Barrack Obama, Town Aligned Robotic President of the United States
9701 is dead. He was Ser Pounce, Town Aligned Adorable Kitten Knight
Slackboy is not dead. He is a Nokia 3210, ??? Aligned Unbreakable Piece of Hardware.
The praying man, unable to save a man from killing himself, could only watch on in dismay.
Death, on the other hand, was only too happy to collect the President's soul.
