Discalimer: I don't own exalthed. Because I am not a white wolf. Or a gray wolf for that matter.

Fred the stompy master was at a blown up town that wasn't a town anymore. All the buildings were obliterated and everything was destroyed and obliterated and annihilated and decimated except for the big empty crater that was where the town used to be. Fred the stompy master entered the inn.

"WHAT THE EVERLOVING FLYING FUCKEDY FUCK HAPPENED HERE?!111 Fred the Stompy Master asked reasonably.

"Some srocer dude came and blew the up town, destroying every last one of our buildings and killing us all."

"Oh okay," saisd Fred the stompy master.

"Meow," Said Food the cat wisdomatically.

"So I guess I can't stay for the night, huh?" Fred the stompy master questioned.

"Nah, the entire inn is destroyed so that would be impossible right now." said the innkeeper, then put his hand to his chinny chin chin and hmmed and rubbed loudly, "unless you want to rent the attic room."

"Meow!" Food the cat said disgustedly. (I'm not sure if disgustedly is a word but you can tell what it means right? So I guess it works.)

"Who'd want to sleep in an attic? Rats and spiders live in attics!" Fred the stompy mastered demanded angrily.

"Yeah, that's what I thought too, it was just an offer, though," said the innkeeper. "Well, see ya."

"Bye," waved Fred the Stompy Mater.

Sneakily food the cat ran into the attic and snagged a rat to snakc on on the journey. It whined and screeched that it had a family, but food the cat reminded the rat that rat's can't talk.

"Oh, quite sorry old bean, you're quite right," Said the rat with a british accent and died as food the cat ate it.

Meanwhile, Food the cat and Fred the Stompy Master continued on to some other town which was named "Sumuthertown." they went to the inn in that town.

"Sorry, we don't allow animals," said the innkeeper there, but food the cat roared at him like a big angry lion that roared even though he was a little housecat, and slashed him in half with his claws.

"Any other prostrations?" Asked Fred the Stompy Master.

Everyone went back to doing their own work and minding their own beeswax and Fred the Stompy master went upstairs to his room that he rented but hadn't actually paid for but he tried to pay for it but the innkeeper wanted to be a jerk to his cat friiend.