HELLO I AM THE SON OF A SHEPARD BACK IN ROLFS COUNTRIES THESE CATS ARE USED TO HARVEST MILK AND BUTTER ROLF WILL NOT STAND FOR HERESY *Rolfs hair turns white and he picks up the entire cafe before suplexing it and ascending to the sun before dropping an elbow in an atomic blast. There would likely be no survivors but if there were they would be worthy of Rolfs respect*