Daan, you say, but the doctor is currently out of the office, old boy! It's just you and me.

[Another laugh, indifferent but just as energetic as the last. The cat slides out of the way of the meaty club swinging for him.]

Now, if I were at full capacity... I could rip you apart, my friend. Alas! It seems we aren't to our usual strength, are we?

So shall we see what bones I can break?

["Here we are again, my old friend. Back to this deep pit of despair. Perhaps this was your home all along, Daan?" one of the flowers purr in the cat's voice. "Who loves you but me?"

Pocketcat himself is abruptly reaching for Roland's more normal looking arm, very much intent on attempting to snap it at the elbow if successful.]