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For I perceived God's light about him both wet and fire.

Hail and well met, Joffrey.

Have you been fighting again?

Such a bold gentleman you are.

Yes, of course.

But what am I to do when God asks of me to translate the one true poem that

unfolds the universe?

Still, I'm glad of your companionship. Without you, I fear the devil would have

claimed me long ago.

Joffrey, I understand you've been giving my imps some trouble.

What do you have to say for yourself, hmm?

Back, Satan.

This is my place. Mine.

Well, is anything really ours?

Come, Joffrey. I have a proposition.

Will you walk with me?

There will be trees.

Let's get the formalities over with, eh?

Yea, I will give you this and all the kingdoms of the earth if you will bow

and worship me.

Now, it is you who should bow down to Joffrey.

Yes,

I suspected as much.

You bear the sin of pride, cat. A sin I am particularly fond of.

And you said there would be treats.

Catnip fresh from the soil.

Salted ham from the market. Fish heads with the eyes still in them.

Mmm, scrumptiously poppable.

But first we must make a deal, Joffrey. I have need of your poet.

And I want you to stand aside and not interfere.

Oh, no, no.

He's mine. The favorite of my pets. Now, now, Joffrey, you must understand that

there are many claims on him. The man is like a ruined estate, overrun with

creditors. He owes the tyrant of heaven, his family and friends, and me for his

youthful debaucheries and such.

But I would forgive my debt if your pet would but write me a poem.

Honestly, Joffrey, the poems he writes for himself are not very good.

With my guidance, he could write something magnificent.

The poem of poems.

Verse that would lay waste to all of creation.

Do we have a deal, sir?

Will Lucifer spare my cat?

I'll do anything. I swear it.

Very well.

Capital, sir. Capital.

Oh, sir. Sir, you cannot rhyme love with dumb. It is banal.

I shall not allow it.

I like the first reference to an essay on man, but the second makes you seem

derivative.

All critics are, Satan.

But marvellous work, truly marvellous. I've made a few suggested edits I'd like

you to entertain, but I'm very pleased with your progress.

If you could tidy these up, I'll be back for them tomorrow night, and our

business can be done.

How now, Joffrey.

You look as though a hound has chewed you up.

Yes, well, that was no hound, but Satan himself.

Oh, no, Joffrey. You look worse for Wehrbeck.

He fought the devil and lost Tom.

Of course he did.

Fun, though.

Sure, Joffrey. Seek the help of a true fighting cat.

It is not strength I seek, sirrah, but counsel.

Oh, here it is.

A night hunter, Moppet.

Hello, Mr. Scully. Hello, Master Tom.

Hello, Master Joffrey.

Hello, Miss Moppet.

Is that milk?

All right, come on now, come on now. Master Joffrey has something to say.

to him, all of you. Last night, Satan came to this madhouse.

He often treats to lure me away so he could coerce my poet into doing his

bidding, and in so doing, take his immortal soul and destroy all of

Oh, that is a scurvy trick!

Yes, indeed.

And so, I... Well, I need your help.

This is a strange business, Joffrey.

Very strange.

But if you want my clothes, sir, they are yours for this fight. No!

We cats are descended from the angel tiger, who killed the ignimum rat

of Egypt.

We are warriors of God, and as such, we can wound Satan,

but we cannot kill him.

To defeat Satan, we must deny him that which he desires.

The poem?

A bloody poem?

What's he on that for? I understand what must be done.

We shall help you. We shall fight him.

End of three.

You shall creep.

Come,

come, Master Smart. Hand it over. As the surgeon said, she's better to have it

all out at once.

Oh, please.

I've had quite enough of you damned cats.

Language.

I won't be called a cow by anyone, let alone a...

descended from angels and as such we too can move in the spaces between

worlds

You cannot win.

Oppose me further and die.

Well, it was.

Well, I shall keep it safe.

And so much for your dominion over the Earth as well.

Now be gone, foul creature.

You have scarred literature forever.

You stupid c -

For I will consider my cat Joffrey. For he counteracts the powers of darkness by

his electrical skin and glaring eyes.

For he counteracts the devil for his death.

For he can creep.