[center][h3]Nino The 'Kitty'[/h3][/center]
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	Nino glanced at Quinn quizzically. "The technology of humanity never ceases to baffle me. But I was speaking of the dark man," Nino explained briefly, looking back towards Tetu with a scowl. When he heard Lucille mention [i]the drink,[/i] his tongue curled. "No, and I do not plan on partaking in that filth. Alcohol dulls the senses and turns perfectly decent humans into buffoonish animals," He grunted, "I can't imagine why one would sacrifice their common sense for a short-lived spurt of barbaric bliss. I suppose animals differ from humans far too much, even when gifted with intellect." Nino looked around and narrowed his eyes. "Though I must admit, I wish I could understand this [i]camaraderie[/i] that plagues you humans. You group yourselves into factions, the [i]Drek-Drek[/i] the [i]shiny teeth[/i] the [i]goldie-men...[/i] I've never felt that I fit in anywhere with the humans."