When shall we three meets again? I dunno, but leave the leg at home.
But I love the leg. It’s very House of Horror.
But we’re supposed to be doing Macbeth.
Thunder, lightning and rain? Dude, we’re cats. VETO!
In hurley burley than when the battle’s lost and won!
How does that work little stone cat? Lost and won? It make no sense.
Or we could just say “screw it” and sleep in. Like…you, know, cats.