This time my subconscious gave me this: it’s like I need to steal something from some secret lab, so I’m going there, but my secret agency is poor and lame so I take subway and I have to meet some other agent at some subway station.
So I get there, and there’s Fassy Sassbender in the most chavtastic outfit you can imagine and he’s like ‘yo, bro, let’s steal that shit’. So we go to that building, find what we needed, then get chased by a pack of rottweilers, run around for a bit, like total morons and after that we somehow get to what was apparently my place.
And apparently, I live in a flat full of cats… there’s like 6 of them. All persian.
So Fassy is like ‘O____O ookaaaay’.
I’m sorry, dude, I didn’t know I had 6 persian cats. I didn’t know I was a secret agent either, to be quite honest.
Then Fassy decides to change the subject (wise decision, pal) and says that we’re supposed to meet some guy here, who’s going to bring some cool secret information. The usual. I mean, really, I didn’t know I was supposed to meet someone at my own place? Brilliant. So there’s a knock on the door and there’s Tony Perkins, being some mix of Mister K and Norman Bates, and he claims to be the information guy.
And Fassy is like ‘YAAAAAAY, hello, how are you, how’s life, come in, have a seat’.
So I just sit there while they chat away about some secret agent nonsense, and there’s those cats all around. And suddenly some men with guns storm in, looking like film noir detectives, and start questioning everyone about political views and such. And we all realize that we’re kind of… doomed.
And now the best part. I look at the whole situation and go:
- I don’t give a shit guys, but save the fucking cats!
So my colleagues~ hesitate for a second and then, obviously, agree in the form of:
- SAVE THE FUCKING CATS!
*enter a sassy fight scene and the saving of the cats*
*evil is defeated*