He gave her another squirt, “I would like you to try,” in a daring voice. He refilled his gun. Shut the valves off. The Doctor spun the water pistol around his finger. He blew the tip of the water pistol and placed it back in the pocket of his. He removed the brown long coat realizing he didn’t need it on. He threw it aside on a chair. It landed messily on it. He didn’t care how it landed.
“Riiiight, right,” he looked around. “What no bananas? Fredrick!”