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Rub him the wrong way
Well that was unwise. All you've done is piss him off further.
"Ack, you bastard," the Ocelot whines as he smooths his fur back in the proper direction, "I hate it when people do that. Ya know, I was going to finish you quickly, but now I'm going to just slowly torment you to death."
Now you've done it. You have no way out now. No possible means of escape. Not that you did before, but you still don't know. Except.....