Spykitten: when are the girls coming back?
Comandercat: Five years.
~Five years later~
Spykitten: Mommy?
Comandercat: I'm not you're mom.
Spykitten: the girls haven't taken care of me for five meow meowing years! You now have legal rights to me.
Comandercat: you're 15 now, you can take care of yourself.
Spykitten: 16. I can't drive yet, I can't cook.
Comandercat: I'm only 18! Oh... Woops... *gets off couch and runs out door and locks it*
Spykitten: *unlocks it and opens it then jumps on Comandercat's back*
Comandercat: *throws her off, runs to the nearest moving car*
Spykitten: *somehow gets super speed and jumps onto the car*
Comandercat: *throws her off*
Spykitten: *jumps back on and then Duct tapes her to the car*
Comandercat: *throws her off*
Spykitten: *jumps back on and duct tapes her hands and feet to the car* take care of me or die!
Comandercat: ok, I'll take care of you.
Spykitten: *slowly un duct tapes*
-Silence-
Comandercat: *screams*
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