In the dark theatre, only a long stage draped in red curtains is visible. The faint mutter of voices from behind the curtains is barely audible. An intellectual conversation perphaps? A plan, or even scheme, of what is to occur when those curtains rise?

"I STILL can't believe we have to SHARE dressing rooms! Muses is so cheap!" Came one harsh female voice,

"Relax, we'll still have room for the hot tub! Hey, did you get your muffin basket? All my muffins were round and colorful. They didn't taste like muffins…" Came the second voice

"That was a FRUIT basket, mouse-brain. Don't we start here soon?"

"Whats the rush? Muses is only doing this to avoid a mental breakdown."

"Just as well, lets just get this show on the road."

"YUS! Let's get it started, ha! Let's get it started IN HERE!"

"… Yes, very. SPIKETAIL! RAISE THE CURTAINS!"

XxXxX

Two cats, one black and one white, walk onto the stage. The black cat takes center stage. A microphone decends from the ceiling.

The black begins "Coughcough, mumble mumble, AH-hem. WEEEEEEEELCOME, my precioses, to a Wn'M studios production of TRUTH. OR. DARE."

Canned applause echoes around the room

The white she-cat pushes the black one off the stage. "You all know how this shtick goes. I'm Moonheart, I'll handle Truths. My cohort, Wildfur-"

The black cat, presumably Wildfur, snickers. "hehe. 'cohort'..."

Moonheart continues "-Wildfur will be incharge of dares. Our living mussle, Spiketail will be responsible for getting supplies, plus anything else we need… Hey, where'd Spiketail go?"

BACKSTAGE:

Spiketail, a dark red tom, is asleep with a 'Deadpool' Comic covering his face. Snores vibrate the pages.

"Well, anywho. For our own fragmented sanity, as well as your own, we'll set up a few base rules." Says Moonheart

Wildfur leaps back onto the stage "UN! This is rated T! T, I SAY!"

"Awww!" Says Hawkfrost, who is in the audience for some reason.

"We can still talk about sex if we're not descriptive. And kits are okay too, but we can't be creepy perverts and watch them." the black she-cat clarifies

"Yay!"

"Shut up, Hawkeh."

"DEUX! We here at W'n'M Studios, sponsered by Muses Studios, are respectful of all peoples. That means we're going to avoid religion jokes, or endless gay jokes. He might do one once in a while "for the lulz", but lets keep a level head." Moonheart continues.

"NON-PHOBIA PRIDE!" Wildheart says, saluting.

"…yes."

Wildheart picks up again "TROIS! We can't use alchohol in our dares. Apperantly, it kills cats. Feel free to suggest heavy amounts of catnip."

"Other than that we've covered everything." Moonheart pulls out a list from an invisble pocket, "Spin the bottle,"

"CHECK!" Wildfur approves

"Secret spill!"

"CHECK!"

"Fear factors!"

"CHECK!"

"Date bribes!"

"CHECK!"

"Karaoke challenge!"

"CHECK!"

"Jello-Wrestling Battle to the Death… wait, what?"

Wildfur taps a giant tub of green wiggly jello "Check-aroo!

"…I'm not even gonna ask. Well, send those dares in! It's not like we'll be doing anything interesting." Moonheart says, waving, before being pushed offstage by Wildfur

"Yeah. Bugger off, ya' muppets!"