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Whatever you do, don’t pspsps.
True story I swear: My BFF had this skill where if they sang Elvis tunes, after a while their cats would start humping each other. We hypothesized that this was because my friend had a warbling kind of singing that sounded like cats mating. Anyway, we go to the zoo and are at the lion's den. It's a couple terraces separated by a moat and a fence. And brilliant me, I say: hey, what if you start singing your Elvis tunes? My friend's like yeah and starts singing.
Fam that really gets the lion's attention. I mean, the lion is staring right at my BFF while they're singing. The lion is tense, like right before cats leap into action. And suddenly that moat doesn't look all that wide. The kicker is my BFF had a terminal illness and no doubt would have loved to die being being boned by a lust-crazed lion. Anyway I finally convinced my BFF that if the lion got free they'd probably have to shoot it, so they stopped singing and we fled. I sometimes wonder if that lion ever thought of my BFF again.