They were ignoring him. No one ignored him, at least as far as he was concerned. Of course, if one were to keep tally, though even without, it was obvious many did, but that was irrelevant. He would continue to speak regardless where their attention wandered. They weren’t about to silence him any time soon. Growling, the meerkat drew closer to the group.
“What, you think if you ignore me I’m just gunna go away?” he asked as they continued to speak amongst one another. “You didn’t think it’d really be that easy to get rid of me, did you? I don’t give up that easily, and especially not to the likes of you. I’m not going anywhere! You hear me? Anywhere! I’ll be here all day, all week, all year! Are you listening me?! I’m talking here! Stop pretending you can’t hear me, I know you can!”
Timon wasn’t frustrated, he was furious. He could feel the anger burning inside him, rising exceedingly before he suddenly found he could no longer contain himself. If they weren’t listening he would make them listen. He had a lot to say and he was going to say it.
“NOW YOU LOT SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!” the rodent shouted sternly. “I’VE NEVER WORKED AS HARD AT ANYTHING AS I HAVE FOR THIS SEAT. I’VE BEEN DOING THIS CITIES DIRTY WORK FOR OVER A YEAR, WAY BEFORE ANY OF YOU ARRIVED. EVEN WHILE THE REAL MAYOR WAS HERE! RISKING PEOPLES LIVES, RISKING MY LIFE FOR PEOPLE I DON’T EVEN KNOW, THAT I DON’T EVEN LIKE! YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST COME AND TAKE THIS FROM ME AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE DONE? THAT I'M GOING TO JUST SIT BACK AND LET YOU?!”
Shaking his hot head, he continued to approach the trio. “I’ve worked too hard to let you take this away from me. I earned this office. I EARNED IT! Now… GET. OUT!”
The meerkat pointed furiously toward the office doors, a fire burning in his eyes like no other before. But there was another fire burning other than the one in his eyes, one that he had simply mistaken as his anger. It was only after a hesitant pause, he found the most curious of smells reach his nose. At first it was indistinguishable, but after another sniff he recognized the oder as singed fur. However, it took at least another moment before the heat emitting from his head registered as fire.
Letting out a scream loud enough for at least half the city to hear, Timon leapt at least a foot off the desk and onto the ground. He threw his hands up to his head only to immediately withdraw them in a panic. He didn’t know what to do, so he did the only sensible thing he could think of: run around the room screaming.
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“What, you think if you ignore me I’m just gunna go away?” he asked as they continued to speak amongst one another. “You didn’t think it’d really be that easy to get rid of me, did you? I don’t give up that easily, and especially not to the likes of you. I’m not going anywhere! You hear me? Anywhere! I’ll be here all day, all week, all year! Are you listening me?! I’m talking here! Stop pretending you can’t hear me, I know you can!”
Timon wasn’t frustrated, he was furious. He could feel the anger burning inside him, rising exceedingly before he suddenly found he could no longer contain himself. If they weren’t listening he would make them listen. He had a lot to say and he was going to say it.
“NOW YOU LOT SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!” the rodent shouted sternly. “I’VE NEVER WORKED AS HARD AT ANYTHING AS I HAVE FOR THIS SEAT. I’VE BEEN DOING THIS CITIES DIRTY WORK FOR OVER A YEAR, WAY BEFORE ANY OF YOU ARRIVED. EVEN WHILE THE REAL MAYOR WAS HERE! RISKING PEOPLES LIVES, RISKING MY LIFE FOR PEOPLE I DON’T EVEN KNOW, THAT I DON’T EVEN LIKE! YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST COME AND TAKE THIS FROM ME AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE DONE? THAT I'M GOING TO JUST SIT BACK AND LET YOU?!”
Shaking his hot head, he continued to approach the trio. “I’ve worked too hard to let you take this away from me. I earned this office. I EARNED IT! Now… GET. OUT!”
The meerkat pointed furiously toward the office doors, a fire burning in his eyes like no other before. But there was another fire burning other than the one in his eyes, one that he had simply mistaken as his anger. It was only after a hesitant pause, he found the most curious of smells reach his nose. At first it was indistinguishable, but after another sniff he recognized the oder as singed fur. However, it took at least another moment before the heat emitting from his head registered as fire.
Letting out a scream loud enough for at least half the city to hear, Timon leapt at least a foot off the desk and onto the ground. He threw his hands up to his head only to immediately withdraw them in a panic. He didn’t know what to do, so he did the only sensible thing he could think of: run around the room screaming.