White cat stands at the far end, tail raised high, grinning with the smug satisfaction of a champion. He just let one rip - loud,playful, and absolutely confident. But you are not wincing. You ate something last week that should not exist. Something ancient. Something that smells like a fish died, got buried, came back as a ghost, and died again. All because that fluffy idiot farted on your legendary bed. He started this war. You are about to end it. Permanently.