Tonight when you go to sleep, you're presented with this choice. (You aren't allowed to decline.)
You also get no input on *how* exactly you get placed in.
So you could be an engine, or a rolling stock. Either way you now have roller skates permanently attached to your feet, and you have no free will, plus all of the manual labor that comes with being a train.... person.... train-person.
Also keep in mind that if you choose Cats you'll probably have to eat garbage and die at 3 years of age from a car hitting you, heartworm, mauling, other diseases, etc.
If you refuse, you will be painfully exploded.
When they ask you what happened to the Russian engine
But here's my top 10 favorite songs Dead! by My Chemical Romance Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger Spring by Rites of Spring Parklife by Blur Private Life by Oingo Boingo Dark of the Matinee by Franz Ferdinand Beauty of Poison by Specimen House of Wolves by My Chemical Romance The Lovecats by The Cure The Killing Moon by Echo & the Bunnymen
The three types of Mr. Mistoffolees
Bonus little guy:
You can easily slip away from arson accusations by being cute
Sometimes a babygirl can be a personified brick truck on roller skates, and I think that’s beautiful.
I'm on a Wolf 359 relisten if you can't tell
The cat of the railway train is here to make sure nothing goes wrong! (And to accept scritches.)
Damn it, Dinah.