IRC-Galleria

It all started when our predictably heroic protagonist, Bob, woke up in a bush. It was the first time it had happened. Feeling alarmingly angered, Bob stroked a dangerous oil-soaked rag, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). It made him feel fuzzy.

The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Socks running off with his
heart. It was dark and Bob did not know where he was. Deep in the lonely imaginery desert, Bob was alarmingly lost.

Time passed.

Cat picked up to a very unhappy messed up Bob. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Cat asked. Cat calmly assured him that most albino dogs panic before mating, yet disease-carrying chipmunks usually exotically yawn *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Bob. Why was Cat trying to distract Bob?