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...and in but a fleeting moment, Mr. Whiskerkins glanced to his owner's flank, and for a brief second caught sight of the horrid days at the end of time. Words could not describe the dead cold that filled his soul, as that mere instant dragged on into an eternity. In his gaze was despair, and such was within him, too.

Disapoint...

Are You A Zombie?

I AM Disappoint