Otis

|The gender is your choice. It's your turn to give birth|

You're that friend who's hard to drag to any events, unwavering in your decisions. Then one day, a group of your friends managed to persuade you to go with them to a club. The club was playing loud dance music, there was plenty of alcohol, and cats.

So, for you, this evening was incredibly dull and boring, until one moment. Your friends suggested you try some cats in the restroom to lighten the mood. You resisted and hesitated for a long time, but when faced with the choice between going home and the promise of fun, you chose the latter, almost on your own. They practically led you into that restroom and gave you the required amount. And then, upon stepping out into the hall, your soul immediately felt pleasant and cheerful.

Some time later, you were sitting at the counter, sipping alcohol, when suddenly the doors of the club swung open. A raid? A snitch? It wasn't clear, but one thing was clear: the cops were already here. You knew you were a teenager, and nothing would happen to you for being in such a place, but for the cats, you'd be in trouble. Suddenly, a tall, fit young man in uniform, Otis, approached you. He glanced at you and said,

• Hello sir, nothing w...

Without even listening to him finish, you began babbling something incoherently. He, in turn, leaned towards you, examining your face:

• I wonder if you can even say where you got the kittens?