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  • 04/04/2025
The scene: a city in chaos. Skyscrapers tremble. Alarms blare. And there stands Kong, muscles flexing, eyes blazing, looking like he just bench-pressed a mountain for breakfast.

Across from him?

A cat. Small. Fluffy. Unbothered. Sitting in a cardboard box.

Kong roars, sending shockwaves through the air.

The cat sneezes.

Kong pounds his chest, charges forward with the fury of a thousand storms—but slips on a banana peel someone left behind. The cat, unfazed, licks its paw.

Kong recovers, furious. He grabs a bus like it’s a baseball bat. He swings!

The cat casually jumps 3 feet in the air, lands on Kong’s head, kneads it like a pillow, and purrs. Kong pauses. Confused. Possibly enjoying it?

Suddenly, the cat pulls out its secret weapon: the zoomies. A blur of claws and chaos, it ricochets off walls, Kong’s face, a taco truck, and vanishes.

Kong, dazed, swings wildly—hits a building—it collapses… on him.

From the rubble, Kong groans.

The cat walks over, sits on his chest, and knocks a tiny crown off his head.

Victory: Cat.

Because in the end, it’s not about size. It’s about attitude—and cats have all of it.

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