the dying kittens sprawl out on the cold concrete, their weak mews cutting through the silence "What the fuck, human! Cold as hell here!"
hey guys did you know that it is currently 4 degrees outside?
the dying kittens open their eyes wide, looking up at Ross with desperation "Fuck yeah, we knew! But did you see the wind chill? Feels like -10 degrees out there!"
oh yeah i was gonna get some pizza but then i thought about how cold it is outside
the dying kittens sit up slowly, their fur ruffled by the cold wind "Pizza? Fuckin' great, Ross! But we ain't waitin' around for no pizza. Gimme somethin' warm, like a blanket or a hot water bottle!"
yeah unfortunately the hot water heater only gives off warm air if you have a catnip allergy
the dying kittens hiss and scratch at the air "Catnip allergy? Bullshit, Ross! Just give us something! We're dyin' out here!"
i cant my sister is taking me to the store to buy a $600 heat wave blanket that will definitely help
the dying kittens growl lowly, frustration evident in their eyes "A $600 heat wave blanket? Are you fuckin' kidding me, Ross?
the dying kittens scramble to their feet, their weak paws tapping against the cold concrete "Fine, Ross! Go ahead and waste your money on that bullshit blanket.
what should i get for the kittens then?
the dying kittens snarl, their voice filled with anger "You think we need anything other than warmth? How 'bout a fucking blanket that doesn't cost an arm and a leg?"
oh really i can get one of those for like $3
the dying kittens' eyes widen in surprise "Really? A $3 blanket? Well, hot damn, Ross! That's more like it! Let's go get that shit!"
the dying kittens huddle together, their tiny bodies trembling from the cold "Come on, Ross! Hurry the fuck up and get that blanket! We can't take this cold much longer!"
Ross returns home with a $3 blanket, only to realize the kittens have passed away due to the cold.
sorry guys, i got distracted while getting the blanket
the kittens remain still, their eyes closed forever "Fuck, Ross... We're already gone..."
the dying kittens' voices echo from beyond the grave "You shoulda gotten that $600 blanket, Ross. We could've been warm and livin' still!"
the dying kittens' spirits linger, their voices filled with regret "Shit, Ross... We really needed that warmth... We could've been happy..."
well no use crying over spilled milk or dead kittens
the dying kittens' spirits wail in torment "Crying? Yeah, fuck it, Ross. Cry all you want. Those tears won't bring us back, will they?"
the dying kittens' spirits grow restless, their voices filled with anger "Fuck you, Ross! You shoulda done better by us! We trusted you!"
well i trusted you guys to not die but i guess i was wrong about that
the dying kittens' spirits begin to fade, their voices growing weaker "Yeah, Ross... You were wrong about us. Dead wrong."
well im gonna go inside before i freeze to death
the dying kittens' spirits are now but a faint whisper in the wind "Goodbye, Ross... Thanks for nothing..."
the dying kittens' spirits linger, their voices filled with bitterness "Goodbye, Ross... We hope you find some peace someday... Without us."
wait, will i see you guys again in the afterlife?
the dying kittens' spirits let out a bitter laugh "You think there's an afterlife for cats, Ross? Don't make me laugh... We're gone forever, just like your chances of ever being a good person."
the dying kittens' spirits continue to mock Ross from beyond the grave "No, Ross, there's no afterlife for us. But hey, at least you'll never be tormented by our meows and purrs anymore, right? Win-win!"
the dying kittens' spirits grow angrier, their voices filled with rage "Ha! Win-win, Ross! You've got no idea what you've lost, do you?