Seconds after that thought made its way through Bacon's mind, the director called "Cut!" and waved his arms over his head. "More energy!"
That damn cat, Bacon thought.
Years later, Alex the cat leaped onto the television of a perfectly average suburban home and basked in the warmth of electron-sizzled Bacon.
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Normally, you'd be asked if "you want bacon on that?"; I find this strangely unsettling.
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