Sneaking over and making sure the Trampettes and their Vixen pets are out, soundly sleeping off their little Friday night bender. Tippy toes into their ecky double-wide hang/hide out, holding my nose the whole time as I search for poor Stevie and Jan. Finding them, I shush them, easily pick the cheap ass locks on the cages and lead them silently out to freedom. Fly free little Silkies.
Somebody had to do it. And HEY Tramps and Vixens, I dare ya to come over to the DOA house and do shit about it!.