Bill and Bob were two hobby fishermen, enjoying the warm day which was perfect for fishing. Suddenly, they heard some very light steps behind them and a high voice.
”Hewwo nice mistahs! Mistahs hab sketty?”
Damn, another feral shitrat. The town was nearly overrun with them, constantly pestering everyone around them with their stupid questions
”No we don’t!” Bill yelled.
And just like that the fluffy went on it’s way.
About an hour later, they heard weird scraping noises behind them and some grunts.
They looked behind themselves and saw a hot bowl of spaghetti bolognese, behind it, the same fluffy they had previously met.
”Hewe, fwuffy bwing nice mistahs sketty!”
