I Am Friends To All Cats. Yes, Even The Mean Ones. They Have Their Reasons.

“ police sirens in the distance “

Chika, who has never done anything wrong, ever: They found me.

Yuba: It’s called ukelele screamo and it’s art.

Chika: What doesn’t kill you, makes you weird at intimacy.

Kido: Do you have any idea how many ethical standards you are breaking on a daily basis?

Jin: One?

Kido: No.

Jin: Two?

Kido: No.

Jin: Is it one?

Kido:

Kitora: I’m hurt that you have such a low opinion of me, Kuroe.

Kuroe; I mean, are you surprised, though?

Maori: You guys are idiots, did you know that?

Mizukami:

Oki:

Minamisawa:

Ikoma: In our own defense, we actually did know that.

Rokuta: Do you take constructive criticism?

Urushima: I only take cash or credit.

Kako: Sorry for having great tits and correct opinions on everything. As if it’s my fault.

Jin: It’s been 15 minutes and Tachikawa still hasn’t texted me back. What if he’s hurt? What if he doesn’t like me anymore?

Arashiyama: Just give him some time. I’m sure it’s fine.

(Meanwhile)

Tachikawa: [Struggling to spell gorgeous]

Izumi: Just tell him he’s pretty.

Tonooka: [Making a sandwich]

Yuba: You’re not doing it right.

Tonooka: Sorry?

Yuba: Your sandwich. The mustard needs to go on the bread first to form a moisture barrier between it and the tomato. Tear it down. Start again.

Tonooka: