Weapons Of Ears Destruction

Roméo: Hey!

Chris: …

Roméo: Hello?

Chris: …

Roméo: What’s going on?

Chris: I’m not talking to you.

Roméo: Why? What’s wrong?

Chris: You’re asking me what’s wrong? Seriously?

Roméo: I thought that was obvious.

Chris: You want to know what’s wrong? Okay, I’ll tell you! It’s you! You, you stupid deaf, power hungry, noisy, lazy cat!

Roméo: Don’t you think it’s funny you just described yourself, save for the cat part?

Chris: Argh! I hate you!

Roméo: Can I at least know what I did wrong?

Chris: You snored! You fraking snored again! With Mufasa out of the house I thought I could sleep undisturbed for once but noooo! You had to come, sleep on my bed, and snore my ear off!

Roméo: I always sleep in your room…

Chris: Yes, and that is fine. But there’s a strict “no snoring” rule! You can’t snore! 

Roméo: Well, it’s not like I can help it.

Chris: I don’t care! What is it, huh? You and Mufasa are ganging up on me, aren’t you? Is this your masterplan? Driving me crazy with the snoring and then take advantage of my sleep deprivation to attack me, is that it?

Roméo: No! Of course not! I’m sorry, I’ll try to refrain.

Chris: You’d better. Next time, I’m throwing you out. Plus that plan would never work in a million years.

Roméo: I know. (Don’t be so sure about that! Mwa ah ah!!!)