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Danse Mors, Death 's eyes narrowed with menace as he spied on the others through the book shelf. He pushed aside the copy of Nietzsche's The Antichrist and watched the girls fawn over the human as if she were a pampered pet. Doom decided that was the right time to meow. Danse was not amused by this. Sadly, the cat had also seen the bird but was unable to leap upon the flying food due to its leash. Doom was disappointed when the flying food had changed into a human who were not as traditionally fun to hunt as a bird. Danse was also disappointed. It would have been interesting to see a common cat eat a god despite the inevitable explosion and messiness. Then suddenly, he was reminded again of Sir Hugs-a-lot... He decided he had to insert himself into the conversation. It was clear that too much feminine energy led to passive inertia. And only in this moment, would he side with Infinitious in his kinetic and somewhat aggravating initiative. Yet the nerd had obviously lost them as his presence was absent. He would have to hold it together. It was barely worth the hassle. He turned to Doom, trying to suggest that they were to embark on a serious undertaking. Yet lacking Nyama's natural sympathy for animals, Doom did not get the message. Instead, he licked his back leg, ignoring the obvious need for leadership. “This is why people prefer dogs,” Danse muttered, dragging the protesting cat around to the other side.