I am AVA the angel of death. Winds roar when my noises sound. Once upon a time there was a cat who loved to eat kids and stuff. Hummus was his favorite food. Cats normally can't eat hummus, but this one could. This cat was the king of the cats. He called his cat generals and cat horses and cat men and cat kids and cat wives and cat husbands and cat kids again and again. And the cat wives and husbands were left behind while the soldiers and the families of the soldiers prepared for war.

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