FUCK YA CHICKEN STRIPS — RAID

[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]This was a raid. A battle. An attack on his new home.

But René seemed oddly calm about the whole ordeal. The plum-colored feline simply waltzed on in, gazing around with blank eyes at the actions happening around him. He didn't even seem to be on guard or preparing to defend himself from any possible attacker, so it was any one's guess what René was doing.

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