That ain't my fight

So I walk into the room the other day and Fabio is standing there with his tail caught in the door, yowling and tugging and and slashing at both the Man and the Rodent as they dance around him like nitwits. Only my idiot brother could get himself into a situation like that.

Normally I would find such a scene mildly amusing, but as there were claws flying, teeth bared, blood flowing, and much yelling among the various parties involved, I backed off and kept my tail to the wall. The situation seemed to be spiraling out of control, and it was only a matter of time before the Woman got involved. I'm not about to let myself get drawn into the folly of the moron gang.

You can all just keep the hell away from me with that nonsense. Because I swear, if I die, I'm gonna die last.