"What DO you like?" Cerebella questioned to the catlady's disembodied head. As much as Cerabella enjoyed torturing the feline through force feeding her raw fish down her throat, it clearly wasn't the most effective way to turn Nadia's body into a flabby trophy if she was going to vomit her way out. The catgirl has to stomach whatever goes into her mouth, and what better option than to feed her her favorite meal?
"What." Fortune said in disbelief at her torturer showing some sort of sympathy.
"Your stomach is clearly not getting used to the fish diet no matter what I do, and I especially don't want to clean up after any potential mess you make, so I'm deciding to lessen your punishment."
"And make it easier for you to make a fat cat out of me? Do you really think I have catnip-for-brains?"
"Would you rather be waterboarded with fish down your throat for the next three days? You should be happy I am giving you a choice on what to eat. Even executioners let death row inmates decide what their last meal should be before they die, except you can't die in your case."
"Fine, give me the VIP treatment. How about giving me an embroidered cat-bed for my weary head to rest on while you're at it?" Fortune reluctantly agreed.
"Good to see we could agree on something, surprisingly," Cerebella said, "Now let me ask you again: What DO you like?"
Fortune, out of disregard of thought to piss off Cerebella, blurted out the most cliched cat-related food she could think of:
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