The cheetah looks around, and grins. "Heh! I've had a lot of people try to make me eat... Babs?"<br/><br/>The bunny giggled. "Oh no, Ptricia, is that you? Why are you slumming with the rest of the common folk?"<br/><br/>"With Chris and Fiana on a cruise, it was either this, or go rerrange a world monuent as a Halloween prank. I was thinking, straightening the Tower of Piza, or rearanging the order of the heads on Mount Rushmore. Like my costume?"<br/><br/>"You certainly look like the Thundercats ho in it." Babs was unsuccessfully trying to hold in her laughter as she made that remark.<br/><br/>"Careful bunny in the 'hood, I have an extending staff and I'm not afraid to use it." Ptricia growled, but with a massive smirk.<br/><br/>"Ohh! Promise?" The bunny was wide eyed and eager. "Actually, I should probably perform some introductions. Cecil, Thomas, this is Ptriciaptepaloma, drummer and head of security for Cast Iron Stomachs. Ptricia, this is Cecil, who just ate me, and Thomas who we just met, but is looking for the inside of a cute girl to stay in."<br/><br/>"Pleased to eat... meet you." Ptricia shifted form, and turned into a sphinx with a cheetah body instead of a lion's. "Babs is regularly on my menu. Tasty isn't she?"<br/><br/>She looked over at Thomas. "I've had people try to make me eat crow, but never quite like this."