User blog:Thomperfan/Lost control (my version)- Cliff

(We go to the couch where Cliff is lying down)

Lincoln: CLiff, we have a question for you.

(Cliff smiles at us, we know he wants us to scratch his back. We do so)

Me: Do you know where the remote is?

(Cliff looks at us angry)

Lincoln: He won't talk unless we scratch.

(We scratch Cliff again. Cuts to the basement. Cliff is showing us where the remote is, in his litterbox.)

Lincoln: IT'S IN THERE?!?! Well, it's a lost cause now.

(Lincoln storms upstairs. I follow him. Cliff meows)

Oh no! You hit a dead end! To try again, go talk to Lori.