There isn't that many of them... besides, you are the great Spinoza. A few silly Tie-dyes aren't going to stop you. You stand your ground as the other humans come to the aid of the one you scratched and bit.

 You get in a few good scratches, but there are just too many of them for you to handle. You get grabbed by a couple of pairs of hands and try as you may, you can't break free from their grip. A wave of dread begins to flood over you.

 Funny-smelling fog permeates the room, but through the haze you can see a few more of the Tie-Dyes rushing at you with food coloring. You begin to think that maybe you should have hid. You feel wet stuff hit your fur and get booted outside the room before you even have a chance to think about what to do.

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