Silver Fox: Excuse me, Orson?
Orson: Why are ya even botherin' to post this?
Silver Fox: This was your idea... Plus, I haven't posted for a few days, and I just wanted to let my readers know that I've been very busy lately, and worse, that I currently don't have internet at home, so my online time is extremely limited.
Orson: My idea? My idea wuz ta actually participate in your friend Betsy's Pretty Piggy Party..
Silver Fox: Stop calling it that! Its official name is Betsy's Pretty Pedicure Party... or Giveaway and Pedicure Party... or Pedi Party...
Orson: Thanks for clearin' that up, Foxy.
Silver Fox: And you just like the idea of "pretty piggies" because it makes you think of pork, bacon, ham, and all the other pork products I don't share with you!
Orson: Stop correctin' me, Grammar Nazi! I wanted ta be a part of this, but thanks ta you, I can't be! This is... this is... kitty litter!!! I ain't really participatin' at all! First of all, ya were too cheap ta buy me any nail polish...
Silver Fox: You're a freakin' cat!
Orson: Stop interruptin'! An' then you kept draggin' yer butt until it wuz too late ta get any photos of me with my claws trimmed. Do you really think the two pictures below that ya stole off the internet are gonna fool yer readers?
Silver Fox: (muttering) They might have, if you'd kept your big mouth shut...
Orson: Uh-uh, not me! Gotta admit, I kinda like the one with the blue background, the one that shows "my" face. Makes me look like I'm wearin' my hat at a rakish angle... if I had a hat. Anyhoo, the only real picture of Orson the Great and Powerful in this lame little post is the one at the top... and even that one's horribly outdated. I'm what, 'bout seven years old now, Foxy?
Silver Fox: Something like that...
Orson: "Somethin' like that," he sez. You know yer own birthday though, don'tcha? (pause) Anyhoo, here I am, 'bout seven years old, and that shot wuz taken when I wuz about one year old!
Silver Fox: Is there a point to all of this, you little furball?
Orson: Prob'ly not... which makes it just like one of yer usual solo posts.
Silver Fox: I... think we'd better sign off now.
Silver Fox: Let's just say that I don't want any of my readers calling the SPCA if they see what I'm about to do to you.
Orson: Ahhhh, yer all talk, Foxy. (pause) Hey... Can I say it this time?
Silver Fox: Say what?
Orson: You know.
Silver Fox: *sigh* Go ahead.
Orson: (to the readers) Thanks fer yer time. And... meow. Or somethin'.