Okay, so. I'm Catbury, Gen 12! (#20/76), and we're running out of time. I need a fan and a bowl of ice, and I need it meow! I see that look in your eyes. Don't do it. Don't lick me. Show some self-restraint! I may be delicious but you'll never find out! Although—cats are supposed to groom themselves. . . . Goodbye, sweet world.