Back in May, we caught Lion-O red-pawed as he frolicked openly with his four-legged cousins. One of our photographers, who now claims to be scarred for life by the way, got this stomach turning shot of Lion-O and his "faithful" nurse maid, Snarf. Guess they thought they were alone out there in the woods...guess they thought wrong. The traumatized photographer had this to say: "Somehow, seeing him with Snowmeow and Kano didn't bother me...but this....this made my stomach turn. I mean, there's something almost *incestual* about it. I thought I was just gonna get more shots of Lion-O, you know, maybe dry humping a wildcat or something..." The photgrapher was too distraught to go on. And can you blame him? I mean, look at those two! Lion-O's just lying there all casual while Snarf touches his naughty places?? I think I'm gonna gag...
On another occassion not long afterwards, our new photographer boldly approached the pair whom were locked in a passionate embrace. I was also on the scene with my trusty tape recorder. The idea of Lion-O and Snarf still makes me sick, but I just can't say no if I think there's a chance I may see Lion-O in the buff. Anyway, I digress. This is what Snarf had to say. And if seeing him necking with Lion-O doesn't shatter your image of the fuzzy one, this certainly will!
Snarf: "Can't you people ever leave us alone? First, Cheezey's f**king Third Earth Enquirer was slinging mud everywhere, shaming the ThunderCats good name and now you low-life mother f**ckers from the Third Earth Bulletin are picking up where the Enquirer left off -- spreading more bullsh*t and lies, Sneeeeyarrrrf! And just for the record, but not that it's any of your Jaga damned business, Lion-O was choking. I was clearing his airway!"
Purrsia: Uh...with your tongue?
Snarf: Shaddup! Sneeyarf snarf!
The vicious creature then proceeded to bust the camera and claw and scratch at both me and the photographer. The lesson? Don't you mess with a horny Snarf. Pity the fool who does.
And Cheetara! When word got back to her, the spotted one was none too pleased.
Once again sneaking about, the new photographer snapped the shot you see below. (And hell yeah I'm sending a bill to the Lair -- not only for the expense of the new camera, but also for the psychiatric bills of the first photographer). Armed again with my tape recorder, I'll share with you the wrenching conversation between Lord and what should have been his Lady.
Cheetara: I tried to defend you, Lion-O. I did. But I can't keep this up...the lies...the denial!
Lion-O: It was a mistake, honest. One night, Snarf made spaghetti for dinner...it was messy -- REAL messy...and when he went to dab the corner of my mouth with a napkin--
Cheetara: OH Jaga, strike me dead now!
The Show
