a jury membah seekz guidance from da legendary one 
da CYP CAT: “so if da PAV dun win, i shud rezign from da jury?”
da 
“tiz da rite thing to do”
: in 2005, I vil send mah Son on earth. It vil be ur Savior wiz da holy mizzion to bring da decadent sl*w world back to me.
CYP CAT: I’ll reconize him
letz hope he dun think itz da thor 
…
“i truzt u to such sheeyatz”
da CYP KAT: “i undahztand yo perfectly ma lord. but where iz i to find him? he sayz hez not entahring anymo compz”
…
: he had da choice to die on da crozz or too get a lib career…
da CYP CAT: o lord, dost thou see mah enormous glasses? dey represent mah big eyes dat can see n perceiveth even da most subtle m*sical ideaz
i also see your crossed legs. dey represent your tiny cock which means dat you sl*w. lookz lyk your gonna be mah beeyatch
Jackson?
i dun get dat one
da : (in profound voice) tiz tym
KAT - fo wut?
da : tym fo a nap, at de age of 84 i iz feelin a bit sheeyat