Olga Meowshka is a Picky Eater
Of course in a crystal plate, you schmuck! Do you expect me to put my whiskers in a plastic dish, perhaps? And I hope this is actual caviar, not that revolting salmon roe you presented me last week. Feh! I still have nightmares about it… What do you mean: “fresh out of caviar”? This is absolutely outrageous! You, my friend, are a jackass! You heard me. Jackass! And if you were twice as smart, you’d still be a jackass! What am I supposed to eat for supper now? Fish? What do you mean, fish? What kind of fish? Don’t think that you’ll get away with a tuna can, or any other can for that matter. Salmon? Well, it’d better come from the Baltic then. I refuse to touch that Alaskan garbage that smells like an oil spill. Smoked? Did you just say “smoked”?? What part of “fresh” did you not understand? Oy-yoy-yoy… Someone ought to put you out of your misery, myshka. Try it? Me? Are you for real? Why don’t you just fertilize your backyard plants with it instead? Tell me something, faygala, why don’t you slip into something more comfortable? Like a coma.
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