I was relaxing on the couch with one of the Guardians when something unexpected happened. She offered Me the delivery device from a cup of Guardian Fuel! I sat up, not knowing what she wanted Me to do.
I decided to take a closer look at the device, so I grabbed it and pulled it close. I took a good long sniff and discovered that the device had been cleaned. None of that nasty smelling Guardian Fuel was present.
The Guardian seemed to want me to play with the device, so I decided to test it’s durability. When I went to chew on it though, It got stuck on one of My Fangs of Fury.
I repositioned the device and managed to clench it between my back teeth. I chewed on it just a little, enjoying the squishy, plasticky feel.
I looked up and saw Brother Oliver looking at Me from across the room. I said, “Hey Brother O! Look at Me! I’m a Guardian!” And then I did My best impression of one of The Guardians drinking their fuel.
Brother Oliver cracked up, which prompted the Guardian to say, “What are you yowling about, Oliver?” Then Brother Oliver started laughing even harder, which seemed to greatly puzzle the Guardian. I guess humans just have a hard time understanding cat humor.
So Sayeth Otis