The talk of feet maiming earned the cat an wary look. "If he does, we can just kick him, right? I mean, not kick, but like lift him away with your foot? Cause I really don't want to get my shoes fucked up." Her gaze moved down to her black and grey asics, which looked brand new compared to her patched sweat pants and hoody combo. Carefully, she stepped away from the cat and walked into the apartment. The TV made her stop dead in her tracks.
"Jesus. Did you rob a best buy or something? That's like--huge. I can't imagine what Django would look like on that thing. It would be like watching giants shooting canons at each other."