Yeah Man, Give Us More About The Moon Cat Murder Club!

Yeah man, give us more about the Moon Cat Murder Club!

Thinking back to the first story I ever started writing down (I was 7 or 8) about a group of stray cats who, every full moon, took the form of human kids. They actually were human kids, who had been killed (all at different times/by different people). Their bodies were each dumped by the side of the road where a cat had been hit by a car previously, and their souls landed in the cats' bodies. Eventually they all found each other and decided that every full moon, when they shifted, they'd try to solve each other's murders one by one. It was going to be a series, with each book focusing on a different kid's murder mystery. I told my mom about it once, briefly, and she said "Those cat books (warrior cats) are making you creepy."

BUT BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE

(She's worried about her reputation, He's worried about freezing to death)

HER: You really can't stay

HIM: But baby it's cold outside

HER: You’ve gotta go away

HIM: But baby it's cold outside

HER: This evening has been

HIM: Been hoping I could drop in

HER: So very nice

HIM: Here hold my hands they're just like ice

HER: Your mother will start to worry

HIM: Beautiful what's your hurry?

HER: Your father will be pacing the floor

HIM: Listen to the fireplace roar

HER: So really you'd better scurry

HIM: Beautiful please don't hurry

HER: Well maybe just a half a drink more

HIM: I'll put some records on while you pour

HER: The neighbors might think

HIM: Baby it's bad out there

HER: Say what's in your drink?

HIM: No cabs to be had out there

HER: I wish I knew how

HIM: Your eyes are like starlight now

HER: To break this spell

HIM: Here take my hat, my hair looks swell

HER: I ought to say no, no, no sir

HIM: Mind if move in closer?

HER: At least I'm gonna say that I tried

HIM: What's the sense of hurting your pride?

HER: You really can't stay

HIM: Baby don't hold out

BOTH: Baby it's cold outside

HER: *spoken* You're very pushy you know?

HIM: *spoken* Better pushy then freezing

HER: You simply must go

HIM: But baby it's cold outside

HER: The answer is no

HIM: But baby it's cold outside

HER: The welcome has been

HIM: How lucky that you let me in

HER: So nice and warm

HIM: Look out the window at that storm

HER: My sister will be suspicious

HIM: Gosh the food smells delicious!

HER: My brother will be there at the door

HIM: Waves upon a tropical shore

HER: My maiden aunt's mind is vicious

HIM: You seem to think I’m ambitious!

HER: Well maybe just a little bit more

HIM: Never such a blizzard before

HER: You've got to get home

HIM: But baby I'll freeze out there

HER: Here, I’ll lend you my comb

HIM: It's up to my knees out there!

HER: You've really been grand,

HIM: I feel when I touch your hand

HER: But don't you see?

HIM: How can you do this thing to me?

HER: There's bound to be talk tomorrow

HIM: Think of your life long sorrow!

HER: At least there will be plenty implied

HIM: If I caught pneumonia and died!

HER: You really can't stay

HIM: Get over that old out

HER: Baby it's cold

BOTH: Baby it's cold outside

HER: *spoken* Okay fine, but just until it lets up

HIM: *spoken* That took a lot of convincing!

have y'all ever noticed that in soul music it's implied that the watch is familiar with death? like the character capital-D Death to the point that they recognize susan as death in the street that's wild and i think about it a lot

“You’ll be Death, then?” said Vimes, after a while. AH, MISTER VIMES, ASTUTE AS EVER. GOT IT IN ONE, said Death, shutting the book on his finger to keep the place. “I’ve seen you before.” I HAVE WALKED WITH YOU MANY TIMES, MISTER VIMES. “And this is it, is it?” HAS IT NEVER STRUCK YOU THAT THE CONCEPT OF A WRITTEN NARRATIVE IS SOMEWHAT STRANGE? said Death. Vimes could tell when people were trying to avoid something they really didn’t want to say, and it was happening here. “Is it?” he insisted. “Is this it? This time I die?” COULD BE. “Could be? What sort of answer is that?” said Vimes. A VERY ACCURATE ONE. YOU SEE, YOU ARE HAVING A NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE, WHICH INESCAPABLY MEANS THAT I MUST HAVE A NEAR-VIMES EXPERIENCE. DON’T MIND ME. CARRY ON WITH WHATEVER YOU WERE DOING. I HAVE A BOOK.

– Terry Pratchett, Thud!

I do want a retelling of Hogfather from Sam Vimes's perspective.

Most of the watch is out for the piss-up, and it's the weirdest Hogswatch he's ever seen. Half a dozen men in stupid teeth-themed uniforms have been found on roofs across Ankh-Morpork. Nobby Nobbs somehow has his raccoon paws on the Rolls-Royce of crossbows, and that's hardly worth mentioning because he and Visit are in the canteen sharing a hot cocoa with a tiny frostbitten match-girl*. Dorfl is outside, swinging a broom at empty air. He says that there's angels spying through the windows**.

*Nobby only says that it's a mission from His Lordship, and it's said in a low voice that speaks volumes to anyone from the Old Watch and passes clear over Visit's head.

**When he comes back in, the snow has fallen on his clay shoulders in such a way that it looks like he's covered in angel feathers. Sam Vimes notices this and then tries very hard to not notice it.

I'm sorry, but the only thing running through my mind is "that poor bat".

Vampire Circus (1972)

I rolled a 46!

I’ll just leave this here.

Well, I mean, his time in smash ultimate has provided the necessary firearms training.

So what was the over/under on “Kirby gets a gun”?