[center][i]Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow.[/i][/center]

On the ceiling of the small meeting room, lay the culprit of the incessant 'meowing'. A small white cat, curled up over the table, defying logic as its cried and called. It was starring to get at Yruzza. How did it do that? Glue? No, cats didn't have fingers. Did they? Upon bending his neck to find out, he realized that indeed, the cat did have fingers, man sized hands in fact. Interesting. With every passing moment, Yruzza longed to touch the cat, to shake its hand, but it stayed just out of reach.

Yruzza sat in a fetal position, curling and uncurling his fingers, disturbed by the cats man hands.  It was agonizing. More so than hearing everyone talk, thier voice were to loud, to high pitched. They were idiots, all of them. They trusted con artists, made deals with fakes, and wasn't prepared for the consequences? Idiots. Idiots. Idiots. And now he was stuck them. Why? Why? Why?

[color=Crimson]"You all are missing the point!"[/color] he spat, much more harshly than he had intended to. [color=Crimson]"Half of the underground world will be after us, and you want to hit them head on, are you stupid? We don't exactly have the recourse to deal with the the 'whole' Mafia like that. Striking the head won't work here."[/color] he blurted, staring at the invisible man handed cat the whole to.

Out on nowhere, a knife would find itself lodged into the ceiling. In Yruzza's reality, he finally quieted that instant' meowing'.