- posted: January 04 @ 8:10am
With two years passing, he had grown attached to his Tattoo. He had also grown some hair and a vegetable and herb garden. He had acquired the means to destroy small villages and even smaller countries.
What he never anticipated was a bobcat running free through his office, eating things. Or people. Or Tattoos.
He just didn't see it coming.
"Bad bobcat! No. Put down the guy, please."