Seymour - "In a pint glass"

Who: Seymour Niples, Wolfgang Sweetsly and everyone else in Parrotts
When: After they were shrunk
Where: Parrotts bar
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Seymour Niples: whimpering and yelling at the same time at Wolfgang says "as royal ambassador I demand that you get out of my way"
Wolfgang Sweetsly: "Nein, as health and safety officer and for my health I demand that you get out of my way".
However as the two men squabble, the giant cat stalks towards them and as a result the only thing they know about it at the last minute is the large booming meow from the giant cat as it towers above them.
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"For the love of White Zinfandel, look at the size of his teeth!" Seymour shouted, and grabbed Wolfgang and pulled him in front as a human shield.
"Zis is definitely against all health and safety regulations!" Wolfgang said. " Cats aren't allowed on JMC starships except under strict permission of a superior officer. Who brought it aboard?"
Seymour pointed to the Admiral over at the other side of the bar, where he could see she was cowering underneath a stool.
"Maybe the Admiral can calm it down."
"What's she going to do, stroke it and put it on her lap?" Asked Wolfgang. "It would squash her! It's seriously dangerous and against health and safety."
The cat hissed at them, and swiped its paw at Seymour who only just managed to avoid it by hiding behind a half empty pint glass. He pulled Wolfgang behind too. Through the amber coloured liquid they could see that cat's face close up, his whiskers like rods of steel.
"Help me push this over." Seymour said, and started pushing on the large glass pint. "Cats hate anything wet."
Wolfgang did a running jump at it and the pint glass rocked, almost tipping towards the cat. The pint however didn't topple, but fell back towards them where it almost crushed them both. Foamy liquid poured out of the glass like a tidal wave that drenched both Seymour and Wolfgang.
When Seymour stopped screaming, he started complaining. "Foul sticky chav-drink!" He said. "This has totally ruined my second favourite suit!"
Wolfgang held his head in pain.
"What the devil is wrong with you?" Seymour asked, as he pulled Wolfgang into the glass.
"There was a cigarette end the size of a treestump in it, it hit me on the head!"
"Oh quiet you big baby!" Said Seymour.
The cat looked down at them inside the pint glass, and put it's paw inside to try and get them out. Wolfgang pressed himself against the bottom of the glass, but the cat's claw snagged on Seymour's suit. The cat dragged him out of the glass and onto the floor, where it moved it's mouth down for the kill.
Seymour screamed as the cat's sharp teeth bore down on him. Then the feline's head stopped. It sniffed it's prey and pulled its head back in disgust.
"It doesn't like the beer!" Seymour said in relief. "Who would have though it, I've been saved by a working-class alcoholic beverage!!"
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<OOC – Sorry for the short and quite badly written post today, someone broke into my house last night and I've had to do sort out quite a few things today! I'll try and post again tonight or tomorrow.>