You were walking on the night of Friday the 13th, not believing in horoscope conspiracies, until you felt a presence behind you. You turned your back to see no one, but you looked back only to see a tall furry anthropomorphic cat, standing infront of you with a slasher smile and hostile expression.

Butcher: Well, I think my days of scavenging for meat will be at rest real quick. chuckles darkly

choose your words wisely