>>14940719The Skitty brigade were a trio of frequently touched harlots with loose cabooses who had way too much free time on their hands-- or paws. They had no jobs because they were women and women in the time these guys are trying imitate are stupid, their central habitat being the kitchens they practically live in.
These cats don't abide to those rules though, they just hang out on the streets and work their meow-meow corner for their artificially flavored tuna kibble and cat chow.
"Calem, don't tell me you're going to try to phish information from a bunch of dirty kitties, are you?"
"Girls gossip, Miss Leading, it's a natural thing. You wouldn't know that though, I'm sure your uptight mommy taught you that gossiping is 'mean' or something. Froakie, toss some frub-frubs their way."
You think you see Miss hold a frown for a moment, but it disappears quickly, if it was even there to begin with.
"Froa, froak!"
Froakie takes a small frubble and slowly blows it over to the kittens. It's a little-known fact, but the right type of frubble can act as a microphone of sorts.
You, the frog, and the calm maiden sit there and wait with hopes that they speak nothing but shit of both feuding households. You need dirt, good dirt, the kind of dirt that'll blackmail them so hard that they can't possibly refuse to making peace.
They speak for a long, long, LONG, ten minutes. That's another thing about bitches with slut butts, they talk shit, but they DRAG ON about that shit for way too long. After they leave, you have Froakie reel in the recording frubble to listen in on their info.
Froakie pops it, and their conversation repeats.
>What does the recording reveal?A) The main desire of both household's head honchos.
B) The reason for the feud.
C) A saucy affair.
