The
year is 2050. Helên is 81 and Owen is 78. In the absence of
grandchildren they have adopted a sentient Feline Cyborg as all the
earth cats have been recalled to their true home, a far off planet where
the ancient Egyptians built their first spaceship.
Feline Cyborg: Tell me about the olden days Nana.
Helên: Well, 2020 was a wild ride. After a seven year musical lull, we released a new tune, 'Gwyneth Paltrow's Cunt' about an all encompassing smelly candle, then two months later, the world was gripped by a lethal global pandemic the like of which hadn't been seen for a century and everything went to shit.
Feline Cyborg: Tell me more about the song! Will you sing it Nana?
Helên: Maybe another time sweetheart, I'm a bit tired just now.
Feline Cyborg: Pappy, will you sing it for me, please Pappy, please!
Owen: Fuck off you little cunt, you're not even a real cat.
Feline Cyborg: Tell me about the olden days Nana.
Helên: Well, 2020 was a wild ride. After a seven year musical lull, we released a new tune, 'Gwyneth Paltrow's Cunt' about an all encompassing smelly candle, then two months later, the world was gripped by a lethal global pandemic the like of which hadn't been seen for a century and everything went to shit.
Feline Cyborg: Tell me more about the song! Will you sing it Nana?
Helên: Maybe another time sweetheart, I'm a bit tired just now.
Feline Cyborg: Pappy, will you sing it for me, please Pappy, please!
Owen: Fuck off you little cunt, you're not even a real cat.
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