Wht'a the number fe the Mudcat Cops? Fockin' Metch, fulla Talisker, ran into me in the parking lot and then took off!

And Sabra (sshhh)-- I heard 'er plannin' a nasty end fer Troll. First she' thinkin', yeah, stuff the body inna ditch... then I hear she's tryin' to suggest it's time to go to the mausoleum!

I thought this was just a place to let off a little steam, but you 'Cats are nasty! You put a whole new spin on the concept "acting out"!

An' Amos musta been drinking Jack Daniels an' smokin' the green crunchies, that's the only combo I know makes ye like that!

Onliest problem is (like Red Cross jail), I'm sure that goin' to Mudcat Jail just means bein' flung out inta the 3-D world-- or Disneyland! I don't wanna have ye there either!

Agh! Mebbe better to join ye--- at least Mbo's got the youth an' energy to keep beltin' out the right tunes.... ye old bunch o'fogues! Rusty Nails it is then!