c.: Well, the commercial break on my favorite show, “Nine Lives to Give” is over, and no one important has tried to contact me. I’ll switch my phone off while I watch this portion of the show.
Right now, Bart is confronting the cat who shot his biological father. There was some confusion as to which cat he was trying to find, because he only told the bartender that he wanted find the cat who shot his paw. Since he was limping on his left hind leg and favoring the other three, the bartender thought that Bart wanted to find the cat who had shot at him, not his father. I’ll print the audio as the scene unfolds.
No, Lucky, I am your father!
What are you saying?
That I’m your father.
Well, first, my name’s not Lucky. My name is Bartholomew Boutros Boutros Broussard, and my dad is dead. You shot and killed him when I was a mere kitten. Now that I have found you, prepare to die.
What was your father’s name?
How many tomcats have you killed?
Now, let’s see, there was…no, I didn’t kill him. Someone else in my pride did. Then there was…no, I didn’t kill him either. I was going to, but it was time to eat, so I let him live. Well, there was this one cat, but I was still in obedience school, so he couldn’t have been your dad. You’re too old for him to have been your father. So, I suppose you have the wrong cat, Bart. Safe travels.
Not so fast. What about…
Well, that’s all the time we have for today, folks. Please join us tomorrow for another episode of “Nine Lives to Give.
C.: And I’m out of time for today, too, folks. I must give a speech in exactly six minutes and it’s a long walk to the podium.
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