Poetic Justice

"You idiot!" Jennifer shrieks at you, her eyes watering up. "Look what you've done to me! I'm ah-ah-AH-CHOO! I'm allergic to ca-ah-ah-AH-CHOO! To cats!"

Weeping hysterically, Jennifer runs from the room, sneezing all the way. From one of the castle windows, you watch her dashing away in the rain, presumably headed for the nearest town. Unless Jennifer can find a cure for her transformation, she'll probably be miserable for the rest of her life. It's not exactly the fate you had planned for her, but it'll do.

"Ahem," says a voice behind you. You turn around. It's Shirley Manson again.

"Okay, cat-boy," Shirley says. "I helped you get your revenge. Now you owe me one."

You shrug your shoulders. "Fair enough," you answer. "What can I do for you?"

Written by Funny Animal

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You be the cat, and I'll be the mouse.
Shirley reveals her true identity

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