It had been a week since Winslow left.

"Meow!" said the ginger cat in front of her. It wore a pumpkin on its head, carved in the face of Winslow. For a sociopath, Cassie had a rather stable hand.

"Who me?" she still had not changed in the slightest, though.

"Meow meow meow meow!"

"What ever could you be referring to?"

"Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow!"

Cassie looked behind her, at the hand chair. "Oh! I've recently taken up carpentry."

"Meeow!"

"Oh, how would you feel if I called YOUR work a monstrosity?"

"Meow MEOW meow?"

Cassie rolled her eyes. "Of course I had to use faces! Anything else would be disrespecting the art!"

"Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow!"

"It's called modernism, only I've made it more modern by using face parts of the Old Builders and the Order of the Stone!

"Meeeow-meeeeeeow!"

"I disagree with their motives."

"Meow!"

"Someone had to take a stand! I'm patriot, and a hero!"

"Meow meow meow meow meow!"

"Fine! If you're going to whine about it, I can see if I can sow them back on."

"Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow!"

"I think their bodies are still in the blood canal…"

"Meow meow meow meow!"

"Yes, I'm the crazy one, not the people who elected those noobs!"

"Meow meow meow!"

"If you paid any attention to our city charter meetings, you would see it wasn't an overreaction," said Cassie.

That's when the cat sat down.

"Um… what are you doing?"

"Meow…"

Cassie glared at it. "You're sitting. You NEVER sit!"

"Meow meow meow meow meow!"

"You're always standing, Winslow! You're not supposed to sit."

The cat lay down on the floor.

"I find this very upsetting!"

"Meow meow meow meow!"

"You don't even care, do you?" Cassie scowled. "About MY feelings!"

"Meow meow!"

"Will you PLEASE stand up, Winslow!"

The cat did a handstand. A freaking HANDSTAND.

"I don't even know who you are anymore…"

"Meow meow meow meow meow meow?"

"No, you cannot take off the mask. It has to look right when throw you into the meat canal."

Five weeks later...

Cassie knocked on the door of Winslow's apartment. She carried the Winslow pumpkin helmet under her arm. "Winslow, you home? Ding dong!" Nothing. She tried a different approach. "Landlord! Pizza delivery! Fire department! Bank manager! You have an appointment!"

"What do you want, Cassie?" Winslow's voice rang out.

"I want to be treated like a friend, Winnie."

"We're not friends anymore!"

"Didn't you get my apology jukebox?"

"Jukeboxes aren't supposed to bleed and scream!"

"I guess it's less a jukebox and more a statement on jukeboxes…"

"Why don't you go horrify someone else, Cassie?!"

"I miss your grumpy face. And the pumpkin helmet I carved hasn't worked. It's just not grump enough!"

"You made a mask of my face…?"

"Yes!" Cassie said. "And speaking of which, you might want to avoid being seen by the Admins…"

"CASSIE!"

Aahhh… the classic CASSIE scream. "To some you are now known as Nikolai Sponigouph. New leader of the Blaze Rods!

"Go home, Cassie, I'm calling the Moderators…" Winslow groaned.

"Bad idea, Nikolai! And you know there isn't a prison I can't dig my way out of!"

"I'm dialing!"

"Oh, come on! I have nowhere to go! I burned my house down once it had enough chickens inside! Then I used the rest of my iron buying the chickens!"

"And whose fault is that?!"

"Society! Society and the chickens!"

"Cassie, please! I gave you every chance I could, I- I just can't do it anymore!"

"What if I got you… ten million diamonds cash?"

"You don't have ten million diamonds, Cassie!"

"I buried a large chest of golden ingots once. I could go dig that up!"

"No, Cassie!"

"It was either that or my dead people portraits. Either way, a lot of something in buried in a hole somewhere."

"I'm putting on music, Casise, I can't listen anymore!"

Some type of jazz music started playing loudly from inside the room.

"How rude…"

"I am sorry, flesh-me is so ungrateful, Cassie!" Cassie imitated Winslow the mask.

"And after all we've been through, it's scandalous I must say."

"You do wonderful things and deserve appreciation!"

"It's okay… he'll come around. As soon as the chicken jukebox arrives!"

As if brought on by words, there was a loud crash inside, followed by clucking and screaming.

"CASSIE!"

"You're welcome!"