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[satire]

Before McDonald’s I bet "don't buy cheeseburgers from a clown" was a pretty hard and fast rule His magnetic presence has already drawn in a mare. (Funny, because usually by ‘magnetic we mean he repels rather than attracts.) But that’s semantics (maybe), because what’s more important is someone is here, and Satty must be polite, because he is a l w a y s polite, or at least he always thinks he is, and he actually is fairly nice. An idiot, yes. An affront to natural selection, yes. But nice. “Hello!” he says brightly to her. He notices she’s pale, like milk, and pretty round, like a balloon, and limping, like a...thing that limps. He wonders if the limp happened here. He’ll have to be careful and ready to utilize his catlike reflexes at any moment (by catlike we mean he yells for attention sometimes). “My name is Satire,” he says, and nods his head in greeting, “what’s yours?”