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Whatcha doin' there, Saffy, my man?  Givin' the ol' peep the ol' claw treatment?

What?  What's that, Saffy?  What's that you're babblin' on about now?

You're claimin' your territory, you say?

Hmmm...

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Well, to tell you the truth...

To tell you the truth...

To tell you the truth, Saffron, methinks Peepers probably considers her knee to be...

Well...

Hers.

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Of course, she is most definitely wrong.  BECAUSE EVERYONE KNOWS, what's mine is mine and what's hers is...

Well...

Mine.

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What's that, Saffy?  You still goin' on about Peepers' knee bein' yours?

I thought I just explained all of that.

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IT DOESN'T MATTER that you've got a paw full of claws stickin' in her knee.  It doesn't matter, at all.

Nope, those weird looks of pain - or whatever they are - on the peep's face make no difference, either.

No, they don't.  What DOES matter is that YOU can't claim somethin' that is already MINE.

Well, you can, I suppose, but your claim will obviously be unsuccessful.

'CAUSE I HAVE NO INTENTION of givin' up MY rights to what is already MINE!

Again, I thought I already explained all of that.

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Saffron, the only thing that your stickin' your claws into Peepers' knee like that is gonna get you is a whole whack of pained looks on ol' peeperoni's face.  That, and just maybe a squeal or two.  Or perhaps three or even four.

Probably more.

Yes, yes...  Yes, I know her squeals tend to be ear-piercin' to the point where they're actually quite painful to OUR ears, and...

What?  What's that, Saffy?  What's that you're babblin' on about NOW?

I CAN'T HEAR YOU, SAFFY.  I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE EAR-PIERCIN' SQUEALS.

SHE WHAT?

Yeah, peeps will do that sometimes.  SOMETIMES, when you stick a paw full of claws in their knees, they'll pick you up and put you down on the floor.

Peeps can be so very rude.

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But the bottom line is, Saffron, stickin' your claws in a peep's knees does not make those knees, yours.

'CAUSE THEY'RE ALREADY MINE.

PEEPERS BELONGS TO ME.

Again, I thought I already explained all of that.

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Oh quit your gripin', there, Peepers.  So what.  So Saffy stuck his claws into your knees.  You hear ME complainin' and squealin' like a cry baby, over that?

And if anyone has a right to complain, it would be.

'CAUSE LIKE I SAID EARLIER, PEEPERS: WHAT'S YOURS IS ACTUALLY MINE.

So technically, Saffron stuck his claws into MY knees.  And I didn't let out a single, solitary scream.

Didn't have any of those stupendously stupid grimaces of pain on my face, either.

'CAUSE I, SEVILLE THE CAT, AM ABOVE ALL OF THAT.

WHAT THE MOUSES ARE YOU DOIN', SAFFRON?  WHY IS YOUR CLAW STICKIN' INTO THE TIP OF MY TAIL?  YOU SERIOUSLY THINK STICKIN' YOUR PAW FULL OF CLAWS IN MY TAIL MEANS YOU CAN CLAIM MY TAIL AS YOUR OWN?

I'll give him two seconds to remove those claws.  If he doesn't, I'm gonna scream and complain like no cat nor peep has ever screamed and complained before.

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