Listen, bongo-brain. I am not worked up over nothing. You know that this is no small matter. This orange cat is living in my building; he's tried to get in my rooms. This is MY PLACE goddamitalltohell. And I never said that America was a better place to live - though maybe you SHOULD go back to Morocco. You can wear a nice cat-burqa in the 125 degree days and piss in public where everyone can see you. And just think, you could get bitten on the neck all the time by a bunch of you-don't-know-where-that-thing's-been tom cats. Or maybe a nice Loudie would eat you. So if you like Fez so much, why don't you just go back there! Mongrel.

And I can too cross the street on my own! That one time I was just...confused... yeah, that's all! I knew that car was coming, even though it was dark, and it didn't nearly hit me, no matter what BigKitty says! It was a fluke!