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"We's coulds be calling him Mr. Kittyface?" Toki was kneeling on the floor, face level with Satan who was taking practice pounces at stray bits of his hair.

Murderface was sitting on sofa trying to regard the kitten with disdain. He was failing, though. The smile kept poking through and it was hard to be angry when you were watching a kitten. "We could call him Mr. Murder Kittyface? That's a pretty bad ass name."

Skwisgaar was hanging over the back of the sofa watching Toki play with the new kitty. "We ams not namekings him afters yous." Skwisgaar reached a hand down and picked the little cat up so he could get a good look at him. "We ams nameking him Freya. Ams good Vikings names."

Toki grabbed the kitten back from Skwisgaar and put him down on the sofa. "Freya ams girls name. Kitty ams boy."

Skwisgaar scoffed. Pickles reached out to pet the kitten on the head and was surprised when the cat turn to look at him with marked intelligence in his blue kitty eyes. It reminded him of a cat in a book his mother used to read.

"We should call him Koko."

Nathan, who had been standing back and watching those slobs paw all over his kitten, roared. "We are not calling him Koko! He has a name, its Satan! End of story."

Toki pouted and Murderface argued that it was unfair to name his cat without him present. Soon they were all arguing over whose cat it was and what his name might be.

Charles walked in then. He ignored the shouting match going on because, frankly, it would have been weirder if they were getting along. He picked up Satan, who had wondered away from the group. Out of his pocket he pulled a spiky black letter collar and affixed it to Satan's neck. Hanging from the collar was a small pendant in the shape of Facebones with the following engraving:

Satan, Dethklok's kitty

If found, please return to Mordhaus

Keep away from magnets.

Satan seemed to like the new accessory and he purred appreciatively into Charles' arms. The fighting stopped as they all turned to look.

Charles didn't notices as he continued to scratch the cat behind the ears and gave into the urge to coo in baby talk. The two of them had formed a bond over being inorganic beings. It is a well known fact that as proximity to cats increases so does inanity of statements.

Murderface, who had forgotten he was pissed about them not naming the cat after him, felt something go squish in his skull. "Hey guy, I think my brain is melting."

None of the others could comment, they were suffering similar effects. Nathan was glad it wasn't just him.