The cat lunged to bite at Thom's testicles, but was unable to find them.

The others looked at Thom, aghast - his secret was out.

"Anyone for cricket?", enquired Thom, nervously.

"No thanks", said Lee, as he prepared dinner.

kim arrived with a small little package with ribbons

She gently put it on the diningroom table and called Coco.

However, Coco was blasting out the latest sounds in her room and didn't hear the summons.

Kim sent Bob Bert, the slave of the Gordon / Moore household for the last twenty three years, to bring Coco down from her room.

Unfortunitly, Bob never never succeded in bringing young Coco down from her room.

(Amazing thread man!)

The cat awoke from it's slumber.

Much to it's dismay, there sat a really hip priest.

i mean, a REALLY hip priest.

"goddamn hipster priests," the cat thought to itself, "with his goddamn vintage vestments and his three records."

'My claws need sharpening', it thought to itself.

And the cat, just stared, at Hip Priest with amazed look, at how serenehe looked.

While all this was going on, Lee had prepared a delicious italian pasta for dinner and called everyone to the table.

'Come, come all, come see my beautiful creation, revel in the authentic Italian flavours that I, Lee, the gourmet's gourmet, the gastronomic god, have woven into this dish, for verily it is my Pièce de résistance'.

The sonic family rushed to the table, like a pack of african wild dogs and Lee shouted, "Wash your hands, or I'll send ya all to bed without a meal!!!".

'What, you mean all go to bed so you can eat everyone's food, AGAIN?' asked Steve bitterly.

Lee looked at Steve as if he didn't know what the hell he was talking about.