Did she forget who she was talking to? He ravenously finished his burger (and there was a little paper left over, so he most definitely swallowed most of it), he even pulled a little piece of it off his tongue and tossed it aside. He stared at her long and hard in her little t-shirt and bare legs, she looked a little more delicate like this than the tiger queen from nights ago. She'd been wearing stilts too and it was hard to understand how women walked in those for pleasure. He'd tried a pair on once when one of his art projects went array. They were torture devices, so he tried to shove them on the feet of the next girl, and like Cinderealla's ugly step-sisters, had to cut her toes off to make it work. He didn't think Sloth's feet would look as nice with her toes gone.
He grabbed he ankle just to look at her petite little feet, dragging her into his little cocoon. "Do you think I'm a poster boy for regular dates? What are you really mad about?" Because it wasn't just the house and the dogs and the water. They hadn't even been together with him slobbering on the mattress like a slug.