"THEN..." Said Rachel, chewing on a piece of sausage she'd randomly procured from the pantry.
"IT WAS DAYLIGHT! And then the bard dude was being a boss and doing all the right stuff, but everyone wanted bard to be, their shackalacka leader, like, but bard was like, "FRICK NO! I DON'T WANNA BE KING, DUDE! Only for some weird reason that made'em wanna have him as king even more, except for Al."
"Who's Al? Isn't that your pet cat's name?"
"NO! AL WAS THE GUY!"
"Which guy?" Asked Lynn.
"YOU KNOW! The EVIL guy! Who got thrown into the water!"
"Do you mean Alfred?"
"No. His name is Al."
"But-Argh, never mind. Go on."
"Missy-wissy pwissy kissie, who's a pwissy wissy kissie?" Murmured Rachel, scratching under her cat's chin.
Then she abruptly stopped and continued, "But everyone booed Al, and you know what? Al is a frickin' liar! HE SAID HE BEGGED THE MASTER TO SAVE'EM, but NO! HE JUST WANTS TO SAVE HIMSELF! He's a weasel alright!" She said, Clenching her fists.
Al The Cat went into the closet and buried his head in his paws. He thought Rachel was talking about him.