<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">“I'll give your ass a reward to leave her here, how is that? Will that do? I will pay you to NOT tell Bowie a thing. Please... plus he is not a cat person. I know, I have worked with him.” Freddie said as he looked to the white cat again and then back to Jack being firm with his choice. “She is mine now.  If it makes you feel better I will call Bowie and ask if he is missing cat… then I'll tell him I haven't seen her.” In the end if it was Bowie's cat he would give her back, it would he hard but he really didn't want someone doing it to him and karma could be a bitch if it wanted to right?  <br/>
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Seeing her discomfort he frowned, it was not what he wanted to do, not at all. “Sorry…. They are harmless I promise.” He pointed to the floor as he added.  “They eat on the floor I promise. I never let them eat on the table. They are harmless… like little kittens. I swear, so harmless. They would never hurt you.” Just then he realized that he hadn't show her or the others the game room. Shocked and embarrassed he put his hand over his mouth. “Oh yes! Wait… forgive me, what a terrible host I am.” Pointing to the door on the other side of the large entrance way by the kitchen he walked over with a little of a skip in his step as he kept looking back to the captain with a grin. “Your going to love this, just wait till you see. Do not worry the cats never come in here, it's to noise for them.” There were two large double doors as he pulled them opened stepping into the large room. Freddie turned on a few light switches on the wall. <br/>
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In the center was a large pool table. It was covered in not green, not red but yellow felt. Yellow being Freddie's signature color of course. As he pointed against he wall there were a few pinball machines. One being 'Flash Gordon' themed. A movie that Freddie wrote the sound track for. “I am not good at the pinball machines, I just find them so beautiful. Look at the artwork in the backslash… just beautiful. There is a cup of quarters on the floor of course. I haven't figured out how to make them free so I have to keep putting quarters in and taking them out.” As he walked to the other side of the room he pointed to the wall where a couple of dart boards were lined up next to a table with paper score cards. “I'm not very good, Well in fact wait.. I am not sure if I'm very good I am always drunk when I come in here. Jack are you good? Maybe you can play... captain against captain? Show this singer how it's done? ”  </span>