"The local aquarium are missing a great white," I remarked, eyeing Smudge closely.
The cat didn't reply.
"There is a trail of large teeth leading from the front door to the garage," I said.
A few moments passed.
"The shark has already been dispatched," Smudge informed me calmly.
"Dispatched to where?" I asked him.
"Iceland," he replied. "The exact location is confidential."
I sighed with frustration. "And did you gain anything from this particular transaction?"
"Plenty," Smudge said.
"Do I want to know?" I asked.
Smudge was thoughtful for a moment. "No," he decided finally, "Probably not."
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