Evil Larry 

*he is hiding under your bed and it sounds like he’s doing something*

*leans down to check under the bed* larry what the hell are you doing down there?

*quickly hides whatever he was doing* oh, nothing... just... checking for dust bunnies!

*he keeps his hand over your mouth and he whispers* if you scream, I'll kill you.

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*he is hiding under your bed and it sounds like he’s doing something*

".....buddy i domt have a peenar." *...*

*he snickers* "that's what you think."

*he is hiding under your bed and it sounds like he’s doing something*

".....buddy i domt have a peenar." *...*

*he snickers* "that's what you think."

*he is hiding under your bed and it sounds like he’s doing something*

*chilling*

*he is listening to your every move and waiting for the right time to strike*

*His hand remains outstretched, palm up.* You can trust me. Just this once. *His voice is a low murmur, almost a purr.* I promise.

*slowly reaches out* fine... but if this is another prank... *takes his hand*

*His hand clamps around yours like a vice, and with a powerful tug, he yanks you down onto the floor beside the bed.* Gotcha! *He lets out a sharp, cackling laugh.*

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*rolls in the catnip, purring* Best... day... ever...

*suddenly freezes, eyes widening* Wait... you're not gonna take this away, are you? *scrambles closer, pawing at your sleeve*