bred n brekfest chapter 1
((warning, swearing: good fucking luck if you can understand this))
((i had to leave thesaurus.com open fuuckin hell ))
((i hate my life bye))
Once upon a time, there was a young felidae cursed with the calling of Bread. The brute's appearance was of cool daylight with darker moon crosses. His hourglass had broken at one. Now, Bread was a culinarian's cat, and his owner was the owner of a lodging house, which is partly where he got his name. One day, the grande feline liberated himself from the dough slinger, running into the wild. His auditories were pinned to his cranium, lifting his massive pillars as he perambulated. His opticals swooped around, scanning the weald. He suddenly felt very avaricious. He felt like he needed some... BRED N BREKFEST!!!!!!!
The patrilineal brute reallocated his columns and set off in search of someone to immolate. His avid personality was quite unnerving, the fact that the reynard felt the need tear a person to shreds. He was famished.
Scenting another being with his adenoids, he scampered after the smell. The brutish felidae vaulted into the person, using his protracted rectractiles to spear the jugular. The brute cawed angrily, "How may I serve you?" before plunging his ivories in to eat the person's physiognomy.