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Your name is Dave Strider.
You are headed to work to your recording studio. Your job is to produce music and mix tracks. You also sometimes record your own raps, but nobody has yet to take you under a label as a recording artist. Your thoughts on that matter would be a more neutral and indifference because hey, unsigned artists are cool, right?
As you park your car in a spot where you'd definitely remember (not that there were moments you didn't), you strolled to the front of the building where you drop sick beats and awesome rhymes. But when you got there, the studio didn't look like the way you last saw it.
Casually you take it all in. There was a notice taped neatly to the door. Confused, you approach the little slip of paper which rustled a bit in the wind. Steadying it, you learn from the note that the studio is fixing some places the soundproofing failed to work.
You decide to text other people you work with. Perhaps they'd know something about this you don't.
You quickly pull out your phone. Perhaps your best friend John Egbert knows something.
yo so whats up with the studio
i don't know dave! i was going in to record the piano piece for my album and i found that notice up.
im going to text dirk about this
You switch your phone's messaging system to talk to the man who owns the place.
hey so i saw what happened with the studio
you know whats up right
Yeah, people were complaining about that show called the "Meowrails." Apparently people found some faint yowling in their audio tracks and started complaining. Can't blame them. I'd take puppets over cats any day.
ok no
Don't be hating on the puppets.
its past ironic bro
you like it unironically
thats what scares me
It's past your level of understanding of irony. It's okay. Maybe someday you'll fill in your big bro's footsteps.
And there you have it. Family is always intense.
i still remember the day you tossed out those kittens and handed me a smuppet
it was the worst day at my tender age
shit ruined me for life
It was for your own good, little man.
Besides, cats land on their feet so you had nothing to worry about.
You have deduced many years prior that your brother has no soul. Always playing with the hearstrings, always the player of hearts.
alright whatever
when the studios open hit me up
Will do, little man, will do.
Grumbling to yourself, you turn away briskly to walk into a tiny girl with a gigantic trenchcoat.
This wouldn't happen very often. It's just when you're mad you can't even do basic everyday things like flashstepping the hell out of a place.
Also it would reduce your visibility by over seventy percent.
Nonetheless, you've got time to apologize to the childlike figure.
"Shit, I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking and I ran into you. Are you okay?"
The tiny girl, who just happened to look rather catlike replied with a giggle.
"I'm feline fine! Really! I'm a strong lioness who can look afurrter herself. Mew don't have to furry ameowt me!"
"Did you just..." You literally have no words for this girl. Not now for the time being. You're never at a loss for words.
"Oh! I'm furry sorry. A purropurr introduction is in order. I'm Nepeta Leijon, but I'm also known as arseniccatnip by offur people. I'm the actress furrom Meowrails! And mew are?"
"Dave Strider. I'm a recording artist and as far as I know, your show's the root problem to us both to not be able to go into the studio to work today. Must have been some serious meowing."
The small catgirl laughed. She blushed a bit as she attempts to explain the peculiar deeds she does for her work.
"Mew see, this is about the expurression of efurryone here. I'm furry sorry that we've dispurrupted your work. I don't know exactly what is going on but I'm still furry sorry fur clawsing all this on behalf of efurryone on the Meowrails purrduction team. Meowbye we can get food as a treaty furr this?"
You try to forget that you're predisposed to like cats.
You try and you fail.
"Sure, why not."