"Now that's my kinda wake-up call!"

*big wolfish grin, jaw crashes to floor, kitten crawls in*

"SNAP!"

"Uh, sorry 'bout that Thidrek," I say, coughing up a mass of fur. "Didn't mean to eat your kitten."

"Actually, I prefer edible gods. You know, the dark, corporeal Norse kind, not the ghosty cyber ones you can't sink your teeth into."

"Not that I've tried or anything."

*scans the joint for Jot*