Mr Muffins finally finished purring. Taking a moment to compose himself and lick his privates, (What? Everyone does it!) Mr Muffins then surveyed his handiwork.
"So Crimm is dead. And he died from two votes. I knew these nongamers were weak. What a poor showing. Poor fool didn't even try to save himself before it was too late. It's foolish cats like that who are ruining the videogame market. But who to target next?"
This question posed such a problem for Mr. Muffins that he first took the time to just stretch and stretch. After that was complete, he wandered to his home office and climbed on the leather chair. Reaching under the cushion, he pulled out a baby mouse and held in one paw while petting it with the other.
"Yessssss. The Crimm vote was rather easy. With so few voting, it will be hard to judge voting patterns when identities are revealed. Therefore, it might be time to step up efforts and get some controversy going."
But who could he vote for to get that ball rolling? It was a tough question. Throwing the mouse aside, Mr. Muffins jumped onto a desk and silently crept towards a computer keyboard. He then walked all over the keys.
"I really wish there was a better way to send a message. Imagine if there was a keyboard and I had a device to slowly pick and choose the key I wanted. Life would be sweet."
Mr. Muffins finished typing his garbled message and sent it off through the internet. After awhile of waiting and sleeping on the keyboard, he had a message come back. He tried to make sense of it but it was just as garbled as the one he sent.
"It doesn't matter anyways," he thought to himself, "Cats can't read English anyways."
So, after making sure to sneeze on the keyboard a few times, Mr. Muffins left the office. He decided to eat some more food. That always cleared his head. He knew he was missing something. Something so obvious, so blatent but he was completely missing it. Crunching down on his hard dry Meow Mix, cursing the 5 bags of feed that he knew he still had yet to eat because his owners bought in bulk at Costco, he wished so much for a saucer of milk and some tuna. Just like when he was a kitty.
A kitty! That's it, realized Mr. Muffins. That's what he had been missing. Quickly slurping up some water to get the awful taste out of his mouth and stopping to scratch the living room carpet, Mr. Muffins went back to the computer without delay. Checking, checking, checking. Sure enough!
Shyguy was a WiiKitty. And what was worse was the fact that Shyguy had a posted a pic of one of the illigitimate kitties Mr. Muffins had sired. At least, it could be. Mr. Muffins didn't keep track. He was too cool for child support and refused to go on the Maury show to see if he was a father. Still, it was proven that Shyguy, a Wii Kitty, was obviously forcing other kitties to join him in his sick nongames.
Feeling elated by this discovery, Mr Muffins chose to vote shyguy.
Still, Mr. Muffins realized how hard it was just to select someone and realized he was going to need help. And so Mr. Muffins decided to head and contact a shadowy organization he had heard of before called The CGA or Cats Gaming Alliance.
Next Time on Mr. Muffins the Magnificent and the Days of Ordeal: Mr. Muffins meets the 6 heros of the CGA and is given some surprising advice. Who is the CGA? And what offer do they make our hero? Find out tomorrow, same cat time, same cat channel.
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