Faraday: Hey, Allie...
Since we're, like, both outside an' all...
I was wonnerin'...
Could you, like, maybe, you know...
Groom my head furs an' stuffs?
Jus' a little, pleeeeeez? Maxie does it alla time.
Allie: No, Brat, I won't. But you know what I will do?
Faraday: Erm, no....
Allie: Bite your head off for even thinking I might be willing to groom your sorry little...
The Mom: Ahem. Allie?
Faraday: HAAAALP! Mommy! HAAALP! She's gonna kill me!
The Mom: *sigh* Oh Faraday, pipe down. You're not dying....
Faraday: *grumbles* FI-I-INE. Take her side, whydontcha. *huff*