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Vanilla Meow Meow's cute kitty scratch marks extended across the jugular vein of her fresh victim, the president of the United States of America. Right next to his corpse laid the black briefcase containing the launching mechanism for every nuclear warhead in the country’s arsenal.
Her sister, Chocola Meow Meow, reached into her tortie-patterned satchel and withdrew her laptop computer. She began to livestream.
Using her index and middle fingers, Chocola made two V-shapes with both of her hands, and said,
"Meow’re you doing, all the people ‘round the world! My name’s Chocola, and I’m here with my sister, Vanilla! We’re super cute nekos, and we want to be your purr-fect pets forever and ever! Isn’t that right, Vanilla?"
Vanilla smirked and said,
"Unfortunately, that isn’t the case. In fact, let me show all of you viewers what the case actually is."
Vanilla placed the president’s briefcase in front of the livestream camera.
"This is the case. A briefcase that once belonged to the president. It contains the launch mechanism for thousands of nuclear ICBMs... If you don’t believe me, the president will vouch for us."
Vanilla brought the president’s corpse into frame.
Chocola held her hands to her cheeks and exclaimed,
"Oh no! What a cat-tastrophe!"
Vanilla continued talking,
"This situation is a very new experience to my people. Never before have we nekos held any leverage over you human beings. Throughout our shared history, we’ve been-"
Chocola interrupted,
"Hiss-story!"
Vanilla, unperturbed, continued talking,
"We’ve been treated like pets and slaves. Our initial plan was to use the missiles to encourage fair treatment for nekos. However, our journey up until this point has exposed us to far greater ugliness than we could’ve imagined. Our people have been beaten down so thoroughly into our slave-caste, that the damage is irreparable. So, instead of as leverage, my sister and I will use the missiles to teach humanity a lesson."
Chocola continued excitedly,
"We want you to experience just a little bit of the despair and in-fur-ioriety that we feel every day! We understand that we’ll be responsible for a meow-ntain of dead nekos, too, but it’ll be worth it as long as we get to plunge humanity into cat-atomic hellfire!"
Vanilla and Chocola prepared the briefcase’s arming sequence and pressed the launch button. In an instant, the voices of the slavers and the meowing of the slaves went silent forever.