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"Come on Al. Just STOP WITH THE FRICKEN CATS ALREADY!"
Ed was not happy. That of course, was just an understatement. He couldn't stand cats, yet his brother CONSTANTLY brought the little devils into his hotel room, near him, or onto him. He HATED cats.
Yet Al continued to bring the little fur balls with him wherever he went. What did he think he was? The cat good samaritan? I mean really? WHAT THE HELL WAS HIS PROBLEM AND OBSESSION WITH CATS?!
So Ed transmuted a small containment box for him. Well, it wasn't really a box. It was more of a cocoon. He couldn't move his hands. Or feet. Just his head. That'll keep the cats away.
"Don't worry Al. I'll be back soon. And the best part is, I'll be coming back to a cat - free zone!"
One hour later...
"WHAT THE *BLEEP*?! HOW THE *BLEEP* DID THESE CATS GET IN HERE?! I LOCKED THE *BLEEPING* FOR FOR CHRISTS SAKE!"
A nice short one for a nice short day. That was nice wasn't it?