[Davesprite holds a hand up, palm open. He'd use both for full defensive posturing, but he's using the other one to keep his pizza plate steady. Why do you think he retreated to perching on the fridge, Kate?]
You can't make me sleep on the floor. I've slept there too many times the past few months, and if you try I'm gonna cause hell the way only an oversized bird dude can.
[Then to Clint:]
You're a downright clinical case of sad dad-ism. Unless you're trying to tell me the couch is your best friend and your endless napping is how you two catch up on the haps, and if you do say it I'm just gonna mark you down as even sadder than I thought. Plus, anyone would be depressed knowing they've got a history of costumes as bad as yours. Blame Kate for that.
[Speaking of.]
You're sad automatically because you put fruit on pizza, and you defend all that purple.
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You can't make me sleep on the floor. I've slept there too many times the past few months, and if you try I'm gonna cause hell the way only an oversized bird dude can.
[Then to Clint:]
You're a downright clinical case of sad dad-ism. Unless you're trying to tell me the couch is your best friend and your endless napping is how you two catch up on the haps, and if you do say it I'm just gonna mark you down as even sadder than I thought. Plus, anyone would be depressed knowing they've got a history of costumes as bad as yours. Blame Kate for that.
[Speaking of.]
You're sad automatically because you put fruit on pizza, and you defend all that purple.