[Thankfully, Bob's both (barely) more sensible than Linda and right next to her, so as the coeurl advances, growling, he immediately abandons all tuna-based hopes and starts tugging at his wife's arm.]
You're not gonna get that canned tuna open in time. And even if you could, I don't know anybody who'd go for a tuna melt over a steak. And you know what we are, Linda?
We're steaks. Really, really great, juicy cuts of steak that haven't worked all the fat around the edges off because they can't run fast enough to outrun giant magic cats, Lin!
@the rest of hadriel we're sorry (i think)
[Thankfully, Bob's both (barely) more sensible than Linda and right next to her, so as the coeurl advances, growling, he immediately abandons all tuna-based hopes and starts tugging at his wife's arm.]
You're not gonna get that canned tuna open in time. And even if you could, I don't know anybody who'd go for a tuna melt over a steak. And you know what we are, Linda?
We're steaks. Really, really great, juicy cuts of steak that haven't worked all the fat around the edges off because they can't run fast enough to outrun giant magic cats, Lin!