Just you wait until I figure out how to make my own thumbs! JUST YOU WAIT!
He is ugly and smells like soup! HE MUST GO.
Reign it in, Cassanova.
I don't care if your father owns the pond next door, I ain't lettin' you in.
Ugh. Grab an ice pack for me, will ya?
SO SAYS DOOR CAT.
Dese fings awlways seem liek a good idea at furst.