CL: ((Beaming)) Thank you Goddess!

GC: Meat! ((Starts eating like the Cookie Monster)) Raar-munchmunchmunch-smacksmack-raar-munchmunchmunch

CL: Goddess, why do you keep that bard around? She seems rather uppity and disrespectful...

GC: Raar-munchmunchmunch-smacksmack-raar-munchmunchmunch

CL: Perhaps you should get someone more loyal and devoted to attend to your needs. (Like me!)

GC: Raar-munchmunchmunch-smacksmack-raar-munchmunchmunch

CL: Just something that you might want to think about.

GC: BBBuuuuurrrrrrpppppp! That was great! Finally, real meat!

CL: Are you feeling well Goddess?

GC: I feel fine now. Let's get back to the party.

CL: They should be lighting the cake soon.

GC: That reminds me. I'll be right back. ((Heads outside))

The birthday cake is lighted. Everyone gathers around to watch the Mad Catter blow out the candles.

MC: Aaaaahh-Phooo! ((Blows out candles))

Everyone: Way to go Mad Catter!

GC: ((Coming back in with a few good sized rocks)) Hey, isn't there some sort of stoning custom that we inflict on the birthday boy?

MC: ((Pale))

BE: I thought it was just hitting, I believe with a stick...

GC: Well, ok. ((Draws her sword)) This should be close enough.

MC: ((Paler))

GE: No, I think we just punch him once for each year.

GC: ((Scabbards her sword)) That's a better idea! I like getting close and personal. ((Walks toward the Mad Catter))

MC: ((Palest))

At this point, you'd think the Mad Catter would just faint and save himself the coming pain and agony. But, being a good worshipper, he didn't want to disappoint the Goddess. Or perhaps he was trying to live up to his self-styled "God of Apathy" moniker.

GC: (The boy has guts. Too bad they'll soon be all over the room) ((Pow!)) (Harder) ((Pow!!)) (HARDER) ((POW!!!))

MC: ((Thud))