GLOOMY: I’m Gloomy SUNDAY: I’m Sunday G and S: We’re hungry! Where’s our buffet? GLOOMY: We didn’t ask to live here but as it’s here we dwell G and S: You must see to our needs and assure we eat well GLOOMY: You’re our human with hands and opposable thumbs to pry open the cans that speak so sweetly to our tongues Crème de tuna, foie de cow G and S: Where’s our breakfast, we want it now! GLOOMY: It’s your job, old man, to keep us fed! SUNDAY: Oh... Oh, but... What if he’s dying... or already dead? GLOOMY: If that be so, darling, I tell you we’re toast In a regime of forced fast, we last a week at the most To open a can, you need a live human host We’re history here if all we have is a ghost!
If our feeder has reached the end of his line it’s curtains for kittens, yeah, bye bye feline To keep getting fed we need our old biped We’re gonesville, baby, if the old dude is dead
HIM: What do you want? GLOOMY: Ah, it only sleeps! HIM: Leave me alone! SUNDAY: Not dead after all, it speaks GLOOMY: It’s time HIM: Time to what? SUNDAY: Time to your sleep interrupt Time to not against us trespass GLOOMY: Time to move your sorry ass! HIM: But the alarm has yet to ring! SUNDAY: Tut-tut, master, stop bellyaching It’s your charges’ hunger that needs staving GLOOMY: So fucking feed your cats, you hoary old thing G AND S: If you’re not dead, get the hell out of bed, i t’s time to wake the fuck up! To the kitchen repair and our meal prepare, you fat old feckless slut HIM: Don't tell me you're already hungry! GLOOMY: He said oh so dumbly... G and S: We’re hungry. We’re hungry. We’re hungry. HIM: You callous carnivores, you whores depraved! You harpies, furies, and shrews... SUNDAY: Who from the Dark Angel will not be saved if this morning meal you do us refuse! GLOOMY: Our bowls are empty, we're starving to death and our litter is a big sand turd pie SUNDAY: So foul and fetid, it’s as bad as your breath... HIM: But I'm half-dead and indebted and you're sucking me dry! GLOOMY: Oh boo hoo, you pussy, we really don't care Get a move on, you wussy, it's time we were fed! We’re bellies with paws, we’re craving with claws Flout feline laws and we'll piss on your bed!
S and G: It’s time, we’re hungry, you bovine buttercup Time to give us breakfast, you fat old feckless schmuck It’s time, we’re hungry, you bovine buttercup Time to break our fast, you poor old, poor old porcine schmuck
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