A: Giving Orders

---

(Vyschuss has her paws around an orderly's neck, lifting him into the air like Darth Vader)
Vyschuss: I faid venti decaf effpreffo wif foy latte, TWO fuggarf, and an exfra fot of cream!
Orderly: Gurk!
Major: Excuse me, General— that man is here.

---

(Vyschuss throws the orderly to the floor)
Sfx: THUD!
Vyschuss: Hrm. Fend 'im in.

---

(A tall lion appears at the tent flap)
DonCorleone: General Rumor—
Vyschuss: Don Corleone— I fot I fmelled you coming into camp...

---

B: Prescription

---

DonCorleone: Are you always so courteous to your allies?
Vyschuss: Hyenath don't have "allieth," we have "clienth."
DonCorleone: Yes— and as your "client," my patience grows short!

---

DonCorleone: How much longer must we delay—
Vyschuss: Hey! It takef time to plot a palaff coup!
DonCorleone: How much longer, General? My people chafe—

---

Vyschuss: You know, there'f an ointment for vat.
DonCorleone: I know. It's called "The Blood of Tyrants!"
Vyschuss: Pfft. You need me more van I need you!