"Cockatrices!...The whole basement is full of cockatrices. What should we do?...Jim!...JIM!.. (literally shouting) .JIM!...Yeah, they would taste like chicken...Barbeque sauce? No, need some Tapatio...We're out? Ok, yeah, I guess we could use barbeque sauce...What kind?...No, that's no good...No...Jim, your taste in barbeque sauce is...No...What, a rake? What is this shit, Harvest Moon?"
(Us, in bed, snuggling. Dorian has fallen asleep. I cough, very quietly.)
Dorian: "Shh."
(A few minutes go by. I cough again.)
Dorian: "Mmf. Shh! That's two."
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