NK, you are a mean, MEAN kitty. I was going to give you a saucer of beer, but now, forget it!

NP, your wish is granted. Unfortunately, you are now mobbed with people all the time. You develop severe agoraphobia and spend most of your time in the broom closet, which is dirty and filled with toxic chemicals. Yet, still the people knock. "let us in, np," they cry. "Let us in!"

Finally, in your desperation, you drink mop and glow (tm!) developing a really ugly third arm and a tendency to drool.

I'd like some tea that I actually get to drink.