Marcy stares at the computer screen. She is gloating.
Cynthia (chirpily): Hey, Marcy girl, what’s happening?
Marcy: Behold, mere mortal. A statue has been created in my likeness and all of London is worshiping me.
|Monopoly Kitty Statue|
Cynthia (excitedly): Oh, will you look at that? That’s a statue of the new Monopoly game piece! Hasbro had a contest on Facebook to determine who would replace the iron. The kitty was up against a robot, a ring, a helicopter, and a guitar. So of course the kitty won! All of us cat fanatics voted and there are way more of us than people who love robots or guitars. Sorry to burst your bubble but the M is for Monopoly.
Marcy: You are mistaken, O Foolish One. The M is for Marcy. I am a God. See how scared my minions are of me.
|Monopoly Kitty Statue Startles London Jogger|
Cynthia (choosing to ignore her): But what is really so wonderful is that the Monopoly Kitty statue found her forever home at Battersea Dogs and Cats Home – an animal rescue in London that has been in operation since 1860. They do great work rescuing and rehoming London’s cats – or moggies – I should say! Moggy is slang for cat in London! Too cute!
Marcy: I expect the Queen to bring a sacrifice of Live Mouse and Biscuits when she comes to pray to me.
Cynthia (shaking her head): I wish you weren’t so delusional all the time.
Marcy: BEGONE. I am bored of you now. Bring me my Friskies and perhaps I will let you live.