The Infinite Flow of Idleness

It was becoming impossible for Roly Poly to hold it in. Even with his paw clamped against his mouth, morsels of laughter were radiating off him. The fat rolls on his body were wobbling violently from the reverberations.

Zhao Yao patted Matcha's head before dumping him on the ground.

"Go to that corner there and stand on your hind legs. You are not allowed to sit unless I say so," he ordered.

Matcha's face was wet with tears as he meekly did as he was told.

"I'll deal with you when we're home," Zhao Yao added, throwing him one last dirty look.

Then, he turned to Michael and said, "For now, I want to talk to you. Tell me what your plans for the Cat King of the West are. What kind of dream is he stuck in?"