Chuckling stupidly, Benson clipped the cat collar around his neck. He contemplated wearing it for the rest of the work day, but decided not to. After all, an animal most likely had been wearing it prior. After about five minutes of more stupid fun, Benson took a deep breath. He reaches for the back of his neck, attempting to unclip it. Yet the collar stayed intact, as if it were glued together with superglue. As if… it were almost a part of his body. Obviously, Benson did what naturally came to him; panic. He tried scissors, which didn't work. A jackknife, which broke from attempting cut through the collar, and what was to Benson, seemingly hundreds of failed attempts to get rid of the collar.
And- wait. Is that… tuna, I smell? Benson thought. He peeked downstairs, only to see Rigby making a delicious… tuna…
*CHOMP!*
Rigby yelped as Benson bit his hand, in which he was holding his sandwich. "OWWW! What the actual fu- Benson, what do you think you're doing man?!"
Benson let go of the raccoon's paw, blushing out of sheer embarrassment. "Oh my god, I am so sorry…" He covered his face, ashamed.
"Yeah, well you better be! Cuz' next time you bite me, I'm calling Mr. Maellerd and the po-po!"
"Not the po-po… wait what's that."
"THE POLICE."
"Oh yea. Sorry. Again."
Benson brushed some dust off of his shoulders. As he did so, Rigby couldn't ignore the fact that he was wearing…
"BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! JESUS CHRIST, ARE YOU LEGIT WEARING A FUCKING DOG COLLAR?!" Rigby laughed hard, falling onto the kitchen floor. "Oh, man…"
Benson looked disgruntled. "It's a cat collar, for one. And for your informa-"
"Oh god, this reminds me of that girl I knew in high school! She ACTUALLY thought she was a werecat. So every day, SHE'D COME IN WEARING THAT FREAKIN' CAT COLLAR!" He laughs even harder than before.
"…Fuck you, Rigby." Benson simply walked off. As he was walking toward the door to the park, Benson had noticed that his teeth were much sharper than usual and th-
WHOH MY GOD IS THAT A SCRATCHNG POST
MUST. SCR-
That he was growing retractable claws. Did I mention he had the sudden urge to scratch everything in sight, now?
Yeah.
