Felidae Page #2

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You don't say.

And why, if I may ask?

Well, you told him I was your friend.

In my opinion, the last minutes

of his life ran as follows:

The murderer bit Purple several times

in the neck while he was outside.

That's demonstrated by the

traces of blood in the garden.

Purple still tried to drag

himself into the garage.

Remarkable for his age.

Didn't you say that Purple was

beyond such sultry activities?

You mean sex, right?

Yes! Even the old Purple was in

heat when the killer caught him!

The most striking feature of this

series of murders is the sexuality.

The killer himself is in heat

and has some unusual views

on the competitive behaviour in the area.

Or he has something against

reproduction in general.

In my day, it was called plugging!

And I still say that it was a

goddamn can opener! Sh*t, yeah!

We mustn't deceive ourselves.

The bloody hole is a bite wound.

Anyway, it's probably time I learned about

this unfortunate area and its inhabitants.

And you are going to help me, Blaubart.

Oh, will I, Mr. Inspector?

Well, tomorrow, I'll

introduce you to someone.

You're actually not the only smartass

in our foggy London for idiots.

The sound came directly

from the first floor.

It surprised me that Gustav hadn't

been woken by the noise long ago.

Hallelejah, Claudandus is at peace!

Damn irrepressible curiosity!

Follow God's work! Deliver us!

My God, where did I just land?

After only a slight punishment

he received great blessings

because God had tested him

and found him worthy of it!

In the name of Brother Claudandus!

In the name of Brother Claudandus,

who sacrificed himself

for us and became God!

Claudandus, o holy Claudandus!

Hear our pain, hear our voices,

hear our prayer!

Accept our sacrifices! Yes!

Accept our sacrifices!

His end was regarded as a misfortune

and his departure from us as annihilation.

But he is at peace!

Hallelujah!

- Hallelujah!

In the name of Brother Claudandus,

who now dwells among the immortals!

He shall judge the people

and rule over nations!

Those who trust in him,

shall then know the truth!

Grace and mercy shall be bestowed

upon his elect! Deliver us!

Truly this activity was beyond 'The Aristocats'.

O Claudandus,

thou son of pain and light!

Our wounds are full of blood,

as once your wounds were full of blood.

Hear -

There's somebody up there!

What are you idiots waiting for?

Go, go.

Go, go! Up!

Bring him here!

Go, grab him!

Heavens!

Frankenstein's laboratory!

Or much, much worse.

What did it all mean?

Go, spread out!

We need to surround him!

I can smell him.

He must be here somewhere.

He was here.

But where is he now?

You're new, right?

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