Warriors: Comedy Spree
Twoleg Confusion
"Die, Scourge! We'll send you back from where you came from! RAWR!" Yowled Firestar.
"Not unless you die first, weakling!" Growled Scourge.
Scourge raised a paw with claws painted dark red with blood. He snarled, then striked slowly, screaming "ROOOOOAR!", just like he was in slow motion.
"Wait, wait! Stop! Cut! Could we hurry this up, please?" Firestar asked.
"Why, what's wrong?" Scourge mewled.
"You know, being a star and everything," Firestar began, "I have a meeting. We're discussing french fries."
"Ooh, really? I gotta go!" Scourge squeaked. The whole set became silent. Scourge growled. "What?"
Firestar began to crack up.
"Shut up." He murmured. "Wait, what are french fries?"
Firestar settled down. "I don't really know."
"ACTION!" Some random director yelled. The two cats continued fighting.
"Cut, cut! Stop!" Scourge screamed. "This is gonna be bothering me. I'll be in my trailer."