Really? [Just as Klunk is finally coming around to nose at the cake, Mike pops it in his mouth, prompting a put-out Klunk to yowl.]
Okay, okay, you're hungry, I get it. [Mike picks up the cat and takes him to the kitchen, where he pours him a bowl of cat food. At least he's out of your shell now.]
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Okay, okay, you're hungry, I get it. [Mike picks up the cat and takes him to the kitchen, where he pours him a bowl of cat food. At least he's out of your shell now.]