To All Kzin Captains......
The NIP is in the Baskit.... I say again The Nip is in the Baskit.
The String is twitching.... I say again The String is Twitching.
That is all
Matsukasi strolled the lonely halls of the Disinformation Bureau. Deciphering the intricate weavings of the Kzinti agents took time, but he was a patient man. After months of painstakingly tedious decoding, he had finally discovered the plan... nay, The Plan.
It was so brilliant in design. So deceptively simplistic, yet so horrifically effective. It was all he could do to avoid sprinting to the Patriarch's private residence. Rounding the final hallway, he began to formulate ways to initiate the discussion with Da Boss. Settling on the adage that ' Directness is generally best ', he opened the door and walked immediately to Da Boss' desk.
" Sir, I have something urgent to discu..... ooh, shiny!!!!! "
Matsukasi lost himself in a ball of Christmas tinsel and the Hegemony fell into ruin.
Damn cats....