<spoiler= Hurting Bleeding Screaming Dying Blacking out Dead>
After penning* his latest article late into the night, Schizzy wrapped up for the night. He packed up his cats Frosty, Snowy, Jumpy, Frisbee, and Pouncy into his sling bag before heading home from the Murderville Herald's office.
Meow meow meow went his cats as each step jostled the little buggers in his bag.
Meow meow meow they went again to Schizzy's enjoyment. The cats enjoyed these short jaunts with their slave**.
Meow meow mRRROOOWWWWW!!!
The cats darted off into the distance. Never to be seen again by Schizzy.
Because at that moment, a lion, panther, jaguar, cheetah, and tiger set upon him to rip him to shreds faster than he could say, "I though I saw a Puddy Tat."
Nearby, was a large caged van. Inside, Smag. And all he could think was, "Let's see who's a cat lover now, murderer."
*He didn't believe in fancy schmancy electric typewriters
**It is a well known fact that cats never owned because, in reality, they own people.
Stupid Smag and his random vote
Sorry, not the best execution story I've written. Lacking sleep and time. Gotta get back to work!