"Hmm..." Tank pondered, and then came with an idea. He grabbed the hell collar and puts it on, sprouting a pair of bat-like wings. With a few flaps, he lifted off the ground and reached the shelf where the glue was. He picks it off with his mouth and levitates back to the floor, setting it down momentarily to remove the collar. "At least there's some use to this..."
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"Hey come on, guys," Killer backed up. "I've been only the housekeeper nowadays. Even I don't know about any plans with Carface and Belladonna..."
"Perhaps," Charlie replied. "But you may have heard something between Belladonna and a certain cat..."
"Y-y-you kidding? We don't have cats around here! The-they're bad for my allergies..."
"So you don't know anything about a cat working with your boss' boss, right?"
"Honestly!"
"Itchy, what do you think?"