Why I'm TIRED

4:30 a.-frickin'-m.

Schrody (to the couch cushions): I'm so gonna kick your @$$! *ROARS*

Rae: *groans*

Schrody: I am MIGHTY! *ROARS* *scampers*

Rae (slurring): C'mere buddy. Dontcha want to cuddle instead?

Schrody (to the kitchen rug): Prepare to DIE! *pounces*

Charlie: Who? What? Huh?

Schrody: *slays rug* *crazy eyes*

Rae: IhatehimIhatehimIhatehim

Schrody (addressing Eastern Seaboard): I am Rug Slayer! *ROARS*