Don’t mistake my mercy for submission.
It is with great restraint that I humour what you fondly call bath time!
Bath time… More like torture time.
Do you know how long it takes to clean myself after you’ve had your fun?! The lingering scent of oatmeal everywhere I turn… I think I smell it now.
How do you keep yourself clean? Honestly, I’ve yet to see you clean yourself.
In order to deter you from thinking that it’s okay to make baaaathh time a regular occurrence, I shall scratch the couches and lay on the top of the TV Stand in protest.
Good luck trying to stop me. I am truly not impressed with you.