The Next Morning...

"Sit down please," Pops gestured to the pillows set out. Already bored out of their minds, Ozone and Tiberius reluctantly sat down. Smiling, the elderly basset hound offered them some cookies. Both passed. "I bet they're poisoned," Ozone muttered, a little too loudly. Myron, who had made the cookies, scowled at the cat.

"First off, let's start with why you two hate each other," Pops spoke calmly while Myron got out a pencil and a notepad. Without hesitation, Ozone began, "Well, for starters, he's a stupid bird-"

"Excuse me, this stupid bird can solve problems that are too complex for your tiny brain!" Tiberius interrupted.

"You can't even see glass!" Ozone hissed.

"You can't land on your feet!"

"At least I am handsome."

"Does handsome mean 'a cat who has no fur' now?"

"I can swim!"

"Can you fly?"

"Well, I'm not from the Stone Age-"

"And who looks like an alien from outer space here, cuz it sure ain't me."

"I know for a fact that I am no cannibal!"

"For the last time, cannibalism is where you eat your own kind-"

"And you eat birds!"

"Yeah, pigeons and chickens! I have never eaten a hawk!"

"Are you sure about that?"

"By the way, are you a cat or a garbage disposal?"

"Oh, you're gonna go there now?!"

"You eat anything and you're complaining that I'm a cannibal!"

"If I recall, my home isn't littered with bones!"

"I swear I'm gonna toss you off a building-"

"I'm gonna shred you into string!"

Watching quietly while the two bickered, Pops leaned over to Myron and whispered, "Are you getting any of this?" Myron threw the pencil in the air and walked away.