There's something funky in this CAWFEE!

So I'm sitting in on some type of meeting. To my left are a bunch of suits, who are concerned about the results of a survey conducted about employee satisfaction. Things aren't looking good, we just got thrashed and it's obvious the company is in deep shit. The suits are grilling us about why we had such hardhitting questions which exposed the work culture. Caught in the middle, is myself and Drew Carey, as well as the 'people' who helped conduct the survey, a cat and his wife assistant.. That's right, a talking cat and his wife cat. They can both talk, and he does so eloquently about how surveys need to be truthful and how the bare naked truth can help save a company. The suits just want to put a lid on the whole thing and pretend that we are the best in the world. Drew and I just sit there tense, making "uh oh" faces every now and then.

Flash forward...

A cat has been incarcerated in a little petbox, but tied to a little rack, both paws up next to its head, a little leather band around its neck. I'm spectating and the vet takes the bonds off and there's a nasty red rash around its neck. The cat is in a sorry state, weak and feeble and to my surprise it's the same one that had conducted the survey and argued so passionately. This time now, it's tired and mute. The vet says that it's almost over, lies the cat down and injects it with a syringe.

Flash forward...

I see an advertisement, Providence @(#*)#(%()* I don't remember what else is written, but the advertisement talks about a peaceful society, and flashes back to the killing of mr cat. I am reading between the lines and straight away I know that it means eradicating alternative views.

/end dream