Iggy, you’re drenched!

“So?”

So get off the couch!

“You weren’t so worried about me being drenched when you made me pee outside in the rain!”

Oh, come on now.

“Mud a foot away from my face, all four of my feet in puddles –”

Stop whining, Iggy.

“– I can’t open an umbrella ’cause I have no thumbs –”

Tough. Get off the couch.

“Fine. If you need me, I’ll be rolling around on the bed.”

Of course you will.