*notices Mommy sneaking up behind him wif flashy box thingy*
*gives Mommy stink eye*
I furred Mommy's shirt real good.
#winning
Maxwell:Dood. You're in my spot.
Faraday: Finder's keepers, loser's weepers, Maxie.
Maxwell: Yeah, but it's my turn on the ottoman, so get down.
Faraday: *blows raspberry* Why don't you come down here and make me?
Maxwell: Well, if you insist....