The creature inwardly wrenched the heavy office doors shut, and they were sealed with a satisfying slam. He was thrown back, but quickly picked himself up, rubbing his head. The lights were off in here, as usual, and from the darkness in the corner of the room a shape rose and turned.
"Who are you?" it asked, boredly. The smaller figure glared into the shadows. "'Dis ends tonight."
"What are you talking about?" came the voice from the darkness, letting its head fall back down on its forepaws, not even bothering to move.
"I've spent ten years chasin' 'dose stupid twerps. Ten years tryin' to win back my place. I don't even care about Meowzy anymore. I can't even remember what she sounds like.." Here, Meowth's voice failed, his head bent downwards to hide the water in his eyes.. He stood up now, tense as steel, paws twitching in rage. "An' what have you got to show for ten years!" He was yelling now, as he was prone to do.
Watching with mild amusement, Persian said nothing.
"I 'tought not!"
Persian stood, leaving the shadows, and standing tall in the far corner of the office. "My master is out. Go somewhere else."
"I'm not leavin' 'till I'm on 'dat chair, you woithless piece of fluff!"
"He chose me. And it's no wonder why - look at yourself. You call yourself a feline?" Persian laughed silently, with gentle heavings of its chest. "You're nothing but a freak."
There was a silence. Meowth's eyes narrowed, slowly. I've done this before. I'll do it again. He sprang at Persian, eyes shining. Claws, don't fail me now!