The cat doesn't want to bite the hand that feeds him or things could get rather grim. But Pat well this art below, maybe, sorta, probably, actually, kinda does suck, just so you know.
You live on Earth somewhere? It takes place on an Earth like planet, proving we aren't rare? Oceans and land are pretty? Pat, your art expertise I pity. But never fear the cat is here saving you with my little rhyming rear. For from those bought, I contracted new covers out and improved them a WHOLE lot. So see below and Pat remember to feed me good at my show.
A cat time machine. Oh that just goes over so well on my screen. But it may not be just that, as something is fishy when they almost get blown up and travel away in the time traveling cat.
Oh no! There seem to be aliens on to go. The cat can fly in outerspace now to. That cat seems really cool between me and you. Plus the Earth is about to go boom. That has to bring doom.
I don't think Lucifer ever looked so good. Bet he would even scare the crap out of a piece of wood. He seems to have collected quite the amount of power, sure to make many cower. But look even closer in the back and the cat is flying away from a three headed dog attack. A mutt with three heads. Cerberus should really be locked away by the feds.
Plus even after all of that. The cat was visited by the three main characters at his mat. As they waited for the re-charge window to come to pass. The cat got some questions in, warning the germy guy is rather crass. Since the books aren't in rhyme too, just this once I won't rhyme for you.
An interview with Jack McCoy, Emily Milano and Mason.
Favorite movie line you have used?
Jack: "Do I have to pick just one? Hmm when I told Leader Clark he could go dirty dancing with Tootsie or maybe when I made twenty four people die hard because I was such a lethal weapon.
Emily: "Please, you never did that. I did all the work."
Jack: "Yeah, your kill them all plan was really a stroke of weird science."
Emily: "You're just jealous you don't know the secret of my success."
Jack: "I love it when you talk movie to me."
Mason: "Now don't start your lovey dovey mumbo strat in front of this cat. I'm sure your moans would hurt his ears, not to mention spread around unwanted germs."
Jack: "Doc, if I recall correctly you weren't too shy either. We thought you'd have to bleach her first.
Mason: "Having an invincible wife does keep the germs away you know."
Who did/do you want dead the most?
Mason: "All of them! Hades, Drazin, whatever the hell you want to call the third person talking strat might win out though. McClane and that bitch Hera sure make it hard to pick. I say just take my trusty shotgun, add some grenades, stand them all in a nice straight row and blow them to bits."
Jack: "Doc, you clearly still have issues. Remind me to get you to that shrink when we get home."
Emily: "Don't complain, Mason going all Dirty Harry has pulled us out of many scrapes."
Jack: "That is true. But he forgot Lucy."
Emily: "Lucifer was a big omission, Mason."
Jack: "Maybe Doc just has no love for Lucy."
Mason: "That strat can go suck on his stratty pendant for all I care. Let him rot in Hell while he plays with his Leftovers and whines about His lap dogs all day long."
Why do you think everyone always wants to kill you?
Jack: "That's easy. It is because Doc always says strat and they want to shut him up. We just get caught in the cross hairs."
Mason: "Like you spouting movie references every ten seconds, that no one even gets, doesn't tick them off?"
Emily: "I agree with Mason, it's all your fault. Jack, you did get us all into this mess."
Jack: "Oh you know I Love Trouble but you read The Pelican Brief while Driving Miss Daisy and I let you Lean On Me. So don't go An Innocent Man on me now."
Emily: "That made no sense what so ever."
Mason: "Case and point. Jack is full of strat."
Jack: "Okay, we'll just blame reality tv, repeats, clip shows and bad writing."
And finally my viewers want to know, what are Critlen?
Mason: "Those stratty things that Drazin created in his sad excuse for a fraction."
Jack: "That isn't vague or anything, Doc. Basically they look like what you'd get if a Critter and a Gremlin decided to mate. So Critlen.
Emily: "And you have the nerve to complain about stupid names."
Jack: "Hey, it beats The Middle or some acryonm people or The Nothing. That one really takes the cake.
Mason: "Sure it does."
Jack: "Doc, go wash your hands again or something.
Mason: "After being cooped up in that cat of yours with you two, that's probably not a bad idea."
Emily: "Don't be so hard on Mason, Jack. He just misses that invincible, invisible, naked wife of his."
Jack: "Well I guess we better go save her from that family gathering. Dealing with Daddy and his everything happens for a reason spiel gets kind of old. Plus her step mother is a real psycho bitch and her uncle wouldn't shut up if you paid him. Not to mention Conan walking about in his Tarzan attire, shouting like George of The Jungle and firing up the power of grey skull.
Mason: "Takes an annoyance to know an annoyance."
Emily: "That was good, Mason."
Jack: "Just for that I'll be taking away your grenades, Doc."
They continued their playful banter as they climbed into their cat machine. After a few seconds they poofed from view and now I can go back to rhyming for all of you. What a bunch of windbags they were today at my bay.
Strangely none of them seemed to care about a talking, rhyming cat. I guess after, Hell, gods, The Middle, the P.A.T., the OCP, Drazin, Critlen, Leftovers and everything in between a talking cat kind of falls flat. So there we go, Pat's crappy artwork will no longer show. You can visit the tab above at my shore or go to Pat's place to find out more.
And just in case you never gave a view here is the Strat Hits The Fan, a trailer for the three that came due. Pat really owes me food in mass and that is all the plugging today from my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.