You have to understand though; it was nothing special. It was just that I was trying to take a nap on his foot (which looks an awful lot like a pillow if you kind of squint at it a bit), and he kept doing this annoying "fee fi fo fum" thing, and it kept waking me up and so I felt like the only way to solve the problem at hand was to take matters into my own paws. He was asking for it, really.
Listen, I could really use some help here, and I don't have time to offer you a lengthy explanation given my current state of being, but to synopsize for you, let's just say it involved a dare with the other ladies, three cans of fava beans and a hot-wired forklift. That's all you're gonna get out of me about it until you get me down, okay?