Annoying
Oh, look. Crap on the counter. How unusual! (Yes, some of it’s mine. That makes it no less annoying)
Fred’s drawer. Never quiiiiiiiite closed all the way. Every day I walk by and push it shut.
Stalker.
Tea spots on the kitchen floor. Who doesn’t drink tea? That’s right, me.
Lick.
Lick.
LICK.
slurp.
Slurp.
SLURP.
Ad infinitum.
“Oh! Gasp! I am dying! Water me! I am dyyyyyyyyying!”
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
“GODDAMNIT, STUMPY, JUST PUSH THROUGH THE FUCKING DOOR!”
Breakthrough bleeding.
“Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?”
“No, that’s okay, Miz Poo. I don’t need to SEE the monitor or anything!”
Fred: “Boo!”
Spud: Ear-shattering scream.
Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter.Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter. Clatter.
“Stumpy, I am about to kill you.”
“Brrrrrrr?”
Stalker.
Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Cough. Gag. Spit up hairball. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick.
Fred: ::fart::
Spud: “GROSS! Hahahahahahahah!”
Fred: “That’s nothing. You should be in the room when your Momma farts!”
Liar.
Stalker.
Those socks have been sitting there for a week. They don’t belong to ME.
You call this “made”?
Still stalking.