Mewtatron put on his most dirtied collar, trying to look like a stray in the process. "I'm off, Gadreel. Make sure they don't start causing armageddon while I'm gone." He meowed over his shoulder.
"Okay--" He replied, but it was too late.
Mewtatron already flashed away. He ended up in a crowded street shop where twolegs were roaming everywhere. He pawed over to the nearest big garbage box, wait for someone, or somecat, to die. He patience was growing on him. With a flick of his tail, a ginger tabby dashed out into the street, and got hit by a truck.
Multiple people started running into the street to check if the cat was okay. Mewtatron lazily strutted through, and sat by the half dead cat. It looked up at Mewtatron, with a weak whine. "Don't be afraid, I can heal you."
The cat's eyes widened, knowing that these kinds of bruises were fatal. Mewtatron bent down and put his paw on the cat's face. Immediately, the cat's face was healed. People took a step back as they saw the cat stand up. The twolegs around Mewtatron were taking videos and posting them on YouTube and Twitter labeled as 'GOD CAT'.
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