The Will to Resist

Council Consensus — The Catford Corpse Outline


Boris:

"Oh you want the Council to take a hit at that huh?", Boris implies to Jerry.


(Boris pulls out another cigar, lights it up, and pats Jerry on the back to give it a go.)


Boris with a cigar in his mouth:

"Be my guess."


🦝 Jerry here, ankle-biting grin locked in place, robe dragging across the floor like a villain’s cape.


"Boss, when you lit that cigar and gave me the nod? That wasn’t just a pass—it was an execution order. So here’s the Council’s hit on your line, straight from the table:"



Your claws cut through hypocrisy, not with noise, but with precision. Anime America spun 19 minutes of bait, framed with smug certainty. And you answered with a single swipe that left no room for debate.

The Council has spoken:

“Imagine losing to a paw flick.”

No rebuttal came. No chorus of claps. Only silence— to the scar that Mrs. Catford made that proves the strike landed too clean to touch.


Verdict: