Quick Fang, or better known as his adopted name Milo Cash sat reminiscing on old memories, but unlike most this sitting wasn't sitting. It was more hanging upside down shirtless, off of the balcony about 127 floors off the ground well above the highway below enjoying the view and danger as one slip led to certain doom.

In the old days dangling like this was common but normally it wasn't as high and was just thugs holding you up instead of a metal bar meant to keep you from falling. (This specific tower Milo liked due to it bringing back older style instead of ever updating looks of future it brought it back to simpler 2010's styles) "Guess since im reminiscing so much might as well go see what's up in the old neighborhood, maybe I'll see Nimble Tongue [one of the few other tibbits Milo ever met as they aren rare but are aldo considered low like humans but with more privileges.] That'd be an interesting time," he said as he started pulling himself up into his apartment.

"Track system on, play current," Milo mever stopped listening to music especially music of early 2000's. 
"Track start:artist:Blink 182:currentsong:Adam's Song" the machine said in a sweet female voice causing Milo to just sigh. He was lonely at this point, a famous Tibbit who fought his way to stardom and yet, here he is alone with no one by his side. "I'll go down to the slums that's a good idea," he thought as he called his manager.

"Yo man, I ain't exactly thinking I can cool it today. I'm gonna go down to the slums for a bit. I'll hit you once I'm back"
"What!? You can't go down there the-- click"
"Thanks big man"
And with that Milo was on his way, off to the slums to see his old life. Arriving there he quickly became a sleek gray cat, with black front paws.