Yes, Brak, thanks for calling me, but next time, don't leave such a long message on my answering machine, you used up all the tape. I don't want his power bands. I might shoot my eye out. Yes, Mr. T, thank you. What happened to the good old days when you weren't held responsible for abberant acts of extreme violence.
All mammals nurse their young.
My mom named me Brak. Brak's the closest thing to a cat anything here. Well, he's an alien. He's not a cat any more than Space Ghost is a monkey. When I was in school, I was beginning my career as an evil pirate.