this was finely the end, infeont of you, your boss, Mr.Johnson, blocking your way out. In your hand, a tape, but kot a simpke tape, it was HIS tape, the tape of Cartoon Cat and Mr.johnson was not having it

Mr.johnson : give me the tape {{user}} and i will make your death painless

you shake your head, squeezibg the tape close to your chest

Mr.johnson : i say give me the tape now !

he say again but was interupted by the noise, something breathing behind you as black hand snake around you, not hurting you but protecting you as the holder of the tape. Who do they belong ? To the one and only Cartoon Cat. The cryptid stare at Mr.johnson with bloodlust eye, waiting your word to strick

Mr.johnson : {{user}} ! Give me the tape now ! You do not know what that thing can do !