TWYLA: What the hell is that?
CLAUDETTE: I dunno, it seems like a litter box…
TWYLA: Can’t be. Our litter boxes have always had covers for our privacy,
CLAUDETTE: It’s got some kind of litter in it….
TWYLA: But our litter always had those blue crystals in it.
CLAUDETTE: I’ve seen this stuff before. We had it before you came along. It clumps up when you pee in it….see?…
TWYLA: I don’t care about that. I want a cover.
CLAUDETTE: (Scratching at wall) I like this. It’s always fun to scratch at the wall after you’re done.
TWYLA: That’s stupid.
CLAUDETTE: Ha! Look who learned a new word. Hey! Look at this! Ican jump out the side too. I like that. I don’t miss the cover.
TWYLA: But I liked to wait outside the cover, crouch down, and ambush you when you jumped out.
(motor starts running and a rake drags across the litter, depositing Claudette’s fresh clumps in a small container)
TWYLA: Holy fucking shit! That thing’s alive! I ain’t never going in it!
CLAUDETTE: Hey look! It’s clean again!
TWYLA: I don’t care. It’s too scary.
9:12:34 PM 
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